"How is Matthew's matter?" Roman held several documents in his hand and asked while walking in the corridor of Chaldea while looking at the documents.
"Matthew's design flaw is congenital. I thought it was Galahad's spiritual energy acting on her that would shorten her lifespan, but in fact..." Lawrence folded his hands on his body
Then, following Roman, "You didn't tell me that the maximum age for her to be activated is eighteen years old."
"...Is there any help?"
Roman stopped and looked at Lawrence, with tears in his eyes.
Lawrence folded his hands into fists and pursed his lips slightly.
But in the end, a smile appeared.
"Don't worry, I'm one of the best doctors in human history."
"I will definitely find a way to let Mashu live."
She took two steps forward and walked in front of Roman. She put her fisted hand on her chest and placed it on the huge gem, with determination on her eyebrows.
"I said, I've had enough of Hua Ji's life disappearing before my eyes... Roman."
"Well, I believe you." Roman's smile was gentle. He had always been gentle.
The two people continued walking.
"Actually, Leonardo told me that your first dream was not to become a great doctor. So what was your first dream?"
Seemingly wanting to lighten the serious atmosphere, Roman asked.
Now he has no sweets on hand, but after all, he wants to feel better.
"Don't people's dreams and wishes inherently produce wishes? And becoming a doctor is not my dream." Lawrence walked, his high heels stepping on the corridor, making a much louder sound than Roman's leather shoes, "That's just a
It's just a thought, not a dream, never has been."
"Isn't it...?" Roman was embarrassed, feeling that he might really need to practice his eloquence.
"My original dream was just to earn a few more floras under my teacher and bring my uncle and aunt to live in Florence."
"But later, my uncle passed away, and I had no choice but to take my aunt over and take good care of her. At that time, my dream was to use the money from the sale of my works to help my aunt live a more stable life than anyone else."
"As for a really bigger dream... I vaguely remember that I originally wanted to be a better artist than my teacher."
"You made it happen." Roman wanted to comfort him.
"Yes. It has been realized." Lawrence smiled and did not say anything like "what's the use".
No more words were spoken, and the two of them left to deal with the matters at hand.
...
The singular point is that the strong wind and yellow sand remain the same.
The Chaldean group followed the direction given by Annuo in the wind and sand, heading towards the temple of Ramses II.
And Ramses II, also known as Ozymandias, was sitting on his throne with a sleepy look on his face, covering his neck with one hand, as if he was taking a nap.
"Fa, Lord Pharaoh...you..." Nitocris was protecting the Dharma by his side, with a frightened look on her face.
Ozymandias didn't say a word, just raised his hand.
Nitocris was like a frightened rabbit, she shrank back suddenly and did not dare to speak.
"I didn't ask you anything, Nitocris." Ozymandias opened his eyes slightly and looked at the trembling purple rabbit ears and asked.
When Nitocris heard Ozymandias's question, she was slightly startled and lowered her head.
"Lord Ozymandias, in front of a pharaoh like you, how can I call myself a pharaoh? Being able to serve as a subject here is enough for me." She bent down and spoke solemnly.
Ozymandias said.
"I know you think Egypt doesn't need two pharaohs, but that's not what I mean."
His tone was not very breathy, but it still made Nitocris tremble uncontrollably.
Ozymandias didn't say what he meant, he just raised his hand.
"Raise your head, no matter what you say, you are still Pharaoh."
"...I understand." Nitocris could only nodded and said nothing else.
"The Chaldeans...?" Nitocris raised her head again, wanting to ask about Chaldea.
"That's Yu's business." Ozymandias still did not answer directly.
He just put his raised hand on his chest and grabbed it gently.
The golden Holy Grail was indeed held in his hand.
"Chaldea..."
His eyes narrowed slightly.
"snort."
...
"Master, the one in front seems to be...?" Mashu pointed forward and narrowed his eyes.
"It's animal bones." Fujimaru Ritsuka blocked the wind and sand with her hands, but she could still see things clearly.
"It's the same one I saw yesterday." Camilla had already obtained the information and came back to Fujimaru Ritsuka and said, "This one has a head, like a sphinx."
"Miss Camilla is talking about...the Sphinx in Egypt, the Sphinx?" Fujimaru Ritsuka recalled.
"Yes." Camilla nodded.
Fujimaru Ritsuka frowned and said to the people around him: "Let's go and have a look."
"Killed by a sword?" Da Vinci checked and remembered a person.
"The magic power of chalk still remains here, it's the Sphinx that Mr. Anno killed." Arturia had already recognized the very familiar magic power.
"Didn't Mr. Anno say that... we had a good time getting along with the Sun King? Why did he kill the Sun King's mythical beast?" Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at the huge corpse and thought about what happened here.
"Annoqing always likes to show strength first when negotiating." Artoria reminded.
"...Since the Sphinx has appeared, we estimate that we are not far from the great temple of Ramses II." Fujimaru Ritsuka looked up at the noon sun and rubbed it.
Eyes, "Let's speed up and reach the temple as soon as possible."
"...Although it is not clear whether a conflict will break out, everyone must be prepared to fight."
"I understand." Matthew materialized the shield, held it in his hand, and pursed his lips.
Ramesses II is a name that carries great weight even in the history of all mankind.
His existence itself represents a civilization that has reached its peak. He is different from the rootless duckweeds like the Mad King before, and he is also different from the petty fools like Connaught. Instead, he truly leads a country.
A dynasty stands at the pinnacle of human history, a great king that no one dares to forget even for thousands of years.
And such a person is very likely to be an enemy of Chaldea...
It has to be said that even though Fujimaru Ritsuka has experienced the training of six singular points, she still feels that the pressure is huge.