Type-Moon Traveler's Enemy

Chapter 28 Recognition

Of course, Mo Li said so, and he would show mercy if Mashu was about to collapse. This was just a special training, trying to simulate a life-threatening battle, not really to take the lives of the two girls.

After being chopped down at least a hundred times, Mashu could no longer hold on. She had been fighting with Lancelot for hundreds of rounds, but this was already her limit.

Bang~

The large shield fell beside him, and Lancelot did not pursue him any further. The battle simulating a life-and-death battle ended.

Mo Li came to Mashu's side, used magic to control the shield to float beside her, then picked her up, looked at her extremely tired eyes, turned and walked into the house: "Thank you for your hard work, Mashu, take a rest first."

"Senior Mo..." The voice was almost as soft as a mosquito's buzz. Mashu was already extremely tired and stretched to the limit by the battle. Every part of her body felt like it would collapse if she continued to fight.

When passing by Fujimaru Ritsuka, Mo Li said, "Ritsuka, come with me. The Master can solve any problems like Servant injuries through treatment."

"Ok!"

The three of them entered the house, and Mo Li put Mashu on the bed: "Ritsuka, come here, you know how to treat it, right? Don't tell me you don't know how to treat it."

"I will!" Ritsuka Fujimaru immediately began to treat Mashu, but her poor magic skills were of almost no help. It was good enough that she could help Mashu relieve the fatigue all over her body.

"As expected..." Mo Li sighed. At the beginning, Fujimaru Ritsuka was just an ordinary person, and he was the opposite of the director Olga Marie. Olga Marie had good talent in magic, but unfortunately she did not have the qualifications to transfer spirit particles and become a master.

In contrast, Fujimaru Ritsuka is now just an ordinary, low-rate magician. It cannot be said that he has no magical skills, but they are almost useless.

Of course, Gotomaru Ritsuka is at least a god-level fighter. His fluctuating performance can only be attributed to the author's different opinions and the needs of the plot. After all, being able to hold a neutron star-level Christmas gift chocolate in his hand is enough to tear Gilgamesh apart with bare hands.

After being treated by Fujimaru Ritsuka, Mashu finally had the strength to speak: "I'm sorry, Ritsuka, I didn't defeat Lancelot, Senior Mo... My performance was too bad."

Fujimaru Ritsuka comforted her, "Mashu, you tried your best."

"You guys are just starting out, and you just happened to meet me, so give me your hand."

"Hmm?" Although she was confused, Mashu still stretched out her right hand to shake hands with Mo Li, and then she felt a warm current passing from the palm of her hand into her body, spreading to every part of her limbs and bones. She felt a lot more relaxed, and her body was even recovering rapidly, and even her spirit was gradually refreshed.

Feeling this strange feeling, Mashu looked at Li Qiye shyly: "Senior Mo, what is this..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at Mo Li in confusion. Could something else have happened between the two of them just shaking hands?

Mo Li said, "I'm using my divine power to help you regulate your body. You're not familiar with the power of a Servant yet. High-intensity combat will put a lot of pressure on your current body. I'm helping you eliminate that pressure, both physically and mentally."

"Sorry to trouble you, Senior Mo..." Mashu twisted around on the bed. Although she didn't feel uncomfortable anymore, she felt even weirder now. However, she didn't withdraw her hand and let Mo Li continue holding it.

"Divine power?" Fujimaru Ritsuka was relieved to see that Mashu was fine, and then he thought of the problem that Dr. Roman had complained to them before. It seemed that even if Senior Mo in front of him was not the husband of Tiannv Ba, he was at least a god...

Mo Li said, "Well, then I'll think about how to get some enhancements for you, Li Xiang. Saving the world with a body that is almost an ordinary magician is still too difficult for you."

The old bug's magic talent was given to Matou Sakura, while the magic talent of Kotomine Rizheng and Uryu Ryunosuke was given to Uryu Ryunosuke. It is really difficult to find a candidate in a short time.

He couldn't just kill Kenneth, whom he had just considered an ally, and the impulsive boy Weber and use them as reinforcement materials.

As for Kotomine Kirei and Tōsaka Tokiomi, it is even worse. The existence of these two people is crucial, and the connections of the Kotomine family and the Tōsaka family are very necessary.

Fujimaru Ritsuka was a little surprised when he heard this: "Can I also be strengthened? Just like Mashu?"

Mo Li shook his head slightly: "You are different from Mashu. She is a sub-servant, and you are just an ordinary magician now. But don't worry, leave it to me to think of a solution."

"Hey, someone is coming. Are you going to continue holding that girl's hand here?" Medea suddenly walked in and was a little annoyed when she saw Mo Li holding Mash's hand.

I was busy building a workshop outside, and he was taking advantage of girls inside. This is too much!

Why not eat your own!

Ok?

No, I have to find a time to take the initiative, but first I need a suitable excuse...

Kallen glanced at Medea in confusion, feeling as if her heroic spirit was thinking something bad.

Mo Li let go of his hand and stood up: "Okay, I'll be out right away."

Mashu also immediately sat up from the bed: "I'm fine too. Is it okay for Ritsuka-senpai and I to check on it?"

"Of course, no problem. Just stay under the eaves and don't come out. Medea, you follow them and protect them. We must not let anything unexpected happen."

Medea looked at Mashu and Fujimaru Ritsuka in confusion. Even if he wanted to protect these two people, was it necessary for him to emphasize it so much?

Medea said casually, "That's fine. I'm not good at fighting anyway."

Fujimaru Ritsuka apologized, "Excuse me, Miss Medea. Are you also a Heroic Spirit?"

Medea touched her elf-like ears and said, "Yes, I am a magician. Compared to the Berserker Lancelot guarding the gate outside, my combat power is relatively weak."

Mo Li walked outside, and the five people and Fu Fu followed closely behind him, chatting as they walked.

Mash asked: "Ms. Medea, can you tell us about the era you lived in? I am quite curious about the era you lived in~"

"My era? Actually, there's not much to say, but you can know if you want to." Medea began to tell the two about her life at that time.

At this moment, outside the mountain gate, Mo Li had already given certain people access, so the newly arrived guests, Artoria and Irisviel, walked in directly.

Mo Li greeted them, "I didn't expect that you would be the first group to arrive, Sister Altria and Mrs. Irisviel, good morning."

"Good morning, Mr. Mo Li. Also, can you explain to me what's going on with the girl behind you?" Altria stared at Mashu and the large shield in her hand.

Alice smiled as she saw two more girls appear. "Good morning, Mr. Mo Li. I didn't expect you to have so many girls around you~"

"Ha, I can only say that I have no choice." Mo Li responded to Irisviel before saying to Artoria, "Sister Artoria, you should have realized that the Servant power that Mashu obtained is the one you thought it was. However, he didn't tell Mashu his real name, so I suggest you don't tell her. It's better for her to figure this out on her own."

Fujimaru Ritsuka whispered, "Senior Mo's words sound like he's saying that the Heroic Spirit who gave you the power is an acquaintance of the Knight King Altria!"

Mashu said in distress, "Even if we narrow the target to Britain during the Knight King era, there are still many targets. Even if we don't consider the enemy, there are still many Knights of the Round Table under her command. I don't know which one will be a match."

Hearing the answer, Artoria looked a little dazed: "I didn't expect that the heir he chose would be a girl..."

Recalling Galahad, Artoria suddenly became a little listless. She looked at the black-armored Berserker and asked, "He seems familiar to me. Who is he?"

Because the opponent's greatsword was always wrapped in black fog and could not be recognized at all, as was the armor, so although Artoria thought of several possibilities, she could not be sure who the opponent was.

"Lancelot."

Mo Li's words almost stunned Artoria. She was currently in the Battle of Jianlan, and had just recently responded to the summons because of her wish. She had thought she would never see Lancelot again, but to her surprise, she could actually meet him in this time and space?!

Irisviel was also quite surprised. She didn't expect to encounter her servant, the Knights of the Round Table, in this battle.

"Sir Lancelot! Is it really you?!" Artoria couldn't help but walk over, but what responded to her was the Berserker's irrational roar.

"Aoaoao!" Lancelot grabbed the heavy lake light, then swung his sword and looked at Artoria.

"Sir Lancelot?!" Artoria brandished her holy sword to block the attack. Listening to the irrational shout, she said with a sad heart, "Did I force you into this state?"

She is still in the stage of questioning herself, and she immediately blames the problem on herself.

Irisviel also thought of the legend almost immediately and was not surprised by Lancelot's sudden attack on Artoria.

Mo Li looked at Lancelot pretending to be crazy and shook his head helplessly: "Altolia, he just wants to apologize to you and ask you to punish him."

"Sir Lancelot...are you asking for an apology and asking me to punish you?" Artoria chopped Lancelot away with a very complicated expression.

However, the Berserker Lancelot didn't say a word. Even if Mo Li helped to express his thoughts, it would be impossible for the two sides to have a good conversation now.

However, now that the two sides recognized each other, they simply competed in swordsmanship and combat power. The magic was not used once, and soon, Lancelot fell down.

Mo Li took a look at the other party's poor acting skills, which were as poor as Ao's father's, who fell down before the lights came on, but did not say anything to expose the other party.