There is no other city as unique as Sighisoara, not only in Romania, but also in Europe. Its uniqueness lies in the word "unchanged". Although it is a small city with a population of 30,000, tourists who visit the historical area registered as a World Cultural Heritage will have the illusion of traveling back to the Middle Ages.
Walking up the uneven stone-paved ramp, you can see many residential houses that have not changed since the 16th century. The square that was used for the witch trial in the past has also been preserved in its original state.
Other tourist attractions include Vlad III's old house (now a hotel), the bell tower as a landmark building, and the church on the hill at the highest point of the old city. In any case, this is the most suitable tourist spot for foreigners to "experience the past Europe".
For Mordred, who was active in the 6th century AD, the town was boring and there was nothing to see.
But for Altria of the same era, this town is very memorable.
Wandering in the streets that seemed to have been forgotten by time, she thought of her former royal city, Camelot, the people she had sworn to protect, and the knights surrounding the round table.
Walking on the main road that runs through the city, the cheers of the people echoed in my ears - "King Arthur, King Arthur, King Arthur."
Passing through the square where the witch was judged, she seemed to see Lancelot and Aragvan drawing their swords against each other again.
Climbing up the bell tower and looking down at the land, the panoramic view of Camelot that she had seen countless times appeared before her eyes.
It was truly a nostalgic time. Although it was mixed with many heavy memories and sad scenes, when she recalled it today, fifteen hundred years later, she still regarded it as a treasure that she would never forget.
"What a great place."
Having walked through every corner of Sighişoara with her own feet, Artoria let out a contented sigh and broke free from her memories of the past.
"I'm sorry, Jeanne, for asking you to walk with me again."
"No big deal, there's still plenty of time."
Jeanne's voice sounded out of nowhere, as peaceful as ever. Under the cover of Hades' cloak, she perfectly avoided everyone's eyes and ears, following behind Altria like a ghost, waiting for the red servant who might appear at any time.
Unfortunately, just like when I circled the city in the morning, I still couldn't sense the presence of any servants.
"Has the Red Army moved? Or is the assumption that the Red Army's headquarters is in Sighisoara a mistake?"
If you think about it carefully, no one has ever said that the Red Army's base must be in Sighisoara. This is just my own analysis. Although it has been agreed by my companions, there is no evidence after all.
Besides, there is such a vast space between Sighişoara and Mirenia, and there are many places to hide. Why should we limit ourselves to the city
After realizing her negligence, Joan of Arc felt a sense of defeat. Of course, she could not help but feel a little relieved. The teacher who regarded himself as her ally always said that she was stupid, but he was not that smart. The so-called saint was judged by future generations. Joan of Arc was just a farm girl under 20 years old. Although she was pious and noble, she was still far from the enlightened state of mind of "not being happy with things, not being sad with oneself".
After calming down, Jeanne asked, "What should we do next?"
"Let's meet up with Lingxia and the others, and stay here for one night. If no other servants show up, we'll leave here—hmm?"
As Altria repeated Shinji's arrangements, she felt a rhythmic vibration in her waist.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a white cell phone - this was the communication device Lingxia had prepared for Altria in Tokyo. In order to prevent being detected by the Clock Tower and Thousand World Trees entrenched in Europe, he also used a local Japanese communication card that had opened a global communication service.
"Green is on, green is on."
While recalling Lingxia's teachings, he pressed the green button.
As soon as the call was connected, Lingxia's anxious voice came from the receiver:
"Altolia, come here quickly, we are being targeted by the Red Servant."
"What!" Altria's expression changed instantly, "Where are you?"
"Shopping Street, hurry! Jack is fighting the enemy, but he won't be able to hold out for long."
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The fact that Rokudo Reika and Jack were discovered was just bad luck.
As an ordinary woman, a modern servant with no job bonus, her physical ability naturally could not be compared with King Arthur and Joan of Arc who led the army into battle, so she did not act with them.
Of course, the mother and daughter were not idle either. While the two heroes were walking on the street, they prepared a place to stay for the night.
She couldn't stay in a residential area where locals lived, as it would be inconvenient to hide. She also couldn't stay too far from a residential area, otherwise she would be exposed. In the end, Lingxia chose a hotel closest to the clock tower.
This place is adjacent to the Acropolis scenic area, so no one will go up to the city for sightseeing at night, and the natural terrain advantages of the city wall also provide convenience for servants to fight.
A few hundred meters in the opposite direction is the shopping street, which has all kinds of living facilities. Living here will not arouse suspicion.
After booking a luxurious suite on the top floor, Lingxia took a nap in the room holding Jack.
After running around for a whole morning, I was indeed a little tired. The best way to recover was to sleep with my daughter.
Jack liked to jump onto the bed, lift the covers, and roll up on himself like a bug. When he got tired of playing, he would drape the covers over Lingxia, put his face on her belly, and fall into a deep sleep.
Looking at Jack like this, Lingxia felt that all the suffering was not that suffering, and all the tiredness was not that tired.
When the mother and daughter woke up, it was almost evening. Calculating the time, the two big eaters who walked the streets should be back soon - this is why Lingxia chose to live here. If it weren't for the snack stalls, restaurants, and bakeries, other places might not be able to satisfy the appetites of these two people. And this became another reason for her to imagine the relationship between King Arthur and Joan of Arc. They are both so good at eating, who would believe that there is no connection.
Just when the mother and daughter were shopping in the shopping street with bags and bags - they had to shop, Europe was not like Japan, many stores closed when the sun went down, and if they didn't buy now, there would be no time - Lion Jie and Mordred also arrived at the shopping street.
With her assassin job taken away by Shinji, Jack naturally no longer had the "Breath Blocking" ability. Although her breath without a job was much weaker than that of other servants, it could not be hidden from Mordred's perception - after all, she was the child of Artoria, and had a keen sense inherited from her ancestors.
When Mordred released his murderous intent, Jack also realized that something was wrong. She handed the things in her hand to Lingxia, and told Lingxia not to follow her, then turned around and ran into the alley on the side of the road.
PS: There's no way, Sighişoara is so small, and Mordred inherited the "king's stomach". If it weren't for Dai Mao being immersed in memories, the two would have met long ago.