"Don't worry, everyone, I think Miss Lawrence will be fine."
"This will be a huge opportunity for us to understand the information in that tower."
After Lawrence was captured, several people did not return to the stronghold, or in other words... they had no intention of returning to the stronghold.
After experiencing many setbacks and losses, Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mashu did not show soft sadness, but remained silent. Fujimaru Ritsuka lowered his head, a little frustrated, and looked downcast.
One thing is an indisputable fact.
Lawrence is a special existence to Fujimaru Ritsuka.
Matthew, Lawrence, Leonardo da Vinci...and the doctor.
These people are already Fujimaru Ritsuka's "relatives", and they cannot be covered by simply using the word "servant".
They have traveled this journey together, and they have seen the scenery along the way together.
Now Lawrence is captured by Yan Qing...because of herself.
Fujimaru Ritsuka's nails dug into the palms of her hands.
"What do you mean by that? What do you know? Do you know something we don't know?"
Joan of Arc seemed so excited that she almost grabbed Archer's neck and asked him.
"Let go! Lawrence will be fine! It's just that we——we need to hurry up and get to the area around the gun tower now."
Archer, dumbfounded, broke away from Jeanne's hand, and then said seriously.
"Did you use any means? If you did - I suggest you tell me immediately!"
Artoria had already strangled Archer's neck.
"I told you to let go!"
"Ritsuka, let's go to the Gun Tower."
Annuo raised his head, looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka and said.
"As for this guy, I will watch him come back to his residence."
"You guys go to the gun tower quickly."
"......I see."
After listening to Annuo's words, Fujimaru Ritsuka gritted his teeth and stood up.
"Miss Artoria, Miss Joan of Arc, don't worry about Mr. Archer for now, let's leave quickly!"
Fujimaru Ritsuka turned over and got on his motorcycle, patted the back seat of his motorcycle, and signaled Jeanne to ride on quickly.
Artoria also got on the motorcycle, and the three of them rushed towards the gun tower together.
"Really... those two ladies probably got so angry because they saw the Master's sad expression."
"A woman who gets angry really doesn't make sense at all..."
Archer got up from the ground in a somewhat embarrassed manner, dusted off his body, and said helplessly to Annuo.
"Now that you know it, don't show off at a time like this, otherwise it will definitely be normal to get beaten."
"And...the Riddler's fate is usually not very good. I have a buddy who hates the Riddler who talks half-talk the most in his life."
An Nuo pulled down his sunglasses a little and glanced at Archer.
"Well, in this case, I can actually defend myself a little bit."
Archer smiled awkwardly, adjusted his collar, and regained his dignity.
"Before the truth is revealed, there is always a need for some reasonable foreshadowing, right? Moreover, when it is certain that nothing will go wrong, as long as there is enough explanation, you will not be beaten...
...perhaps."
"It translates to mean that you don't talk about others and don't do things about others?"
Annuo laughed.
"You can't say that. In many situations, white lies are necessary, right? That kind of thing is much worse than what it is now, isn't it?"
Archer shrugged and retorted.
Annuo didn't answer the call this time.
He stood up from the steps where he was sitting and rubbed his shoulders.
"I said......"
"You guys, actually, do you know what your real name is?"
An Nuo's eyes were hidden behind sunglasses, but Archer could really feel that the eyes behind the sunglasses were looking at him, and...
Have murderous intent.
"I said, before the truth of the matter is revealed, some preparation is always needed."
"Actually, I don't fully know my real name. I just have some speculations."
"Wait until the Master comes back. I believe the Master will bring something that we are all interested in..."
Archer obviously didn't listen to Annuo's words at all, and continued to riddle.
Annuo took a deep breath, walked to his side, and raised his hand.
Boom!
"ah--"
...
"Save me out? You probably can't save yourself now, right?"
Shakespeare looked at Lawrence, whose hands and feet were shackled, with a helpless expression.
You're already like this, and you still want to save me?
"Actually, I received some information in advance. Someone should come to rescue me."
Lawrence smiled.
Shakespeare was slightly startled when he heard Lawrence's words, and then showed some thoughts.
He finally shook his head.
"It's not worth saving someone like me."
Although he was obviously restrained, Shakespeare had a smile on his face, even though it was a helpless smile.
"And if according to what you said, did that person betray him?"
There seems to be something in Shakespeare's words.
"Well, there shouldn't be, but... there are a lot of strange doubts..."
"Let me explain these things."
Snap.
There was a sound of shoes stepping on the ground on the windowsill behind Lawrence.
"This voice, if I remember correctly..."
Lawrence did not turn around immediately, but touched his chin.
"King of the Cave."
Turning around, what Lawrence saw was indeed the Count of Monte Cristo in green clothes who had come to help in the Temple of Time - the King of the Grotto, Edmond Dantès.
"Yes, my name is Edmond Dantès, and some people will call me the King of the Grotto."
The Cave King looked at Lawrence expressionlessly.
"Yeah."
Lawrence's eyes widened slightly, a look of understanding appeared on his face, and he smiled.
"Come on, Lawrence, I'm the one you expected."
"A person who came here because he was designed."
As he spoke, the Cave King showed a rather terrifying expression on his face.
But then it died down again.
"Forget it, we don't have time to worry about these insignificant things now. Shakespeare, just stay here for a while. Although I also want to save you, as you can see, I can only take one person away."
"It's a helpless tragedy, but we are mentally prepared, so it doesn't matter." Shakespeare smiled kindly.