Standing in the distance of a very high-end looking club, Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes were filled with surprise.
"Wherever there are people, there should be classes."
Lawrence, who was in a suit, tied up his hair and tried to straighten it, covering one eye with a little disdain in his eyes.
"The existence of class is linked to interests. If you want to do more things in Shinjuku, you just have to have money."
"Yes, as long as you have money." Moriarty said with a smile, "This is where you will fight next."
"You mean, let us sneak into the meeting at the club?"
Lawrence raised his eyebrows.
"correct."
"Okay, let's go quickly!"
Lawrence was a little helpless, but in order to carry out the plan smoothly, she pretended to be a handsome guy in Harley's appearance and stuffed the radio into her lapel.
"It's time to go, you three."
Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was wearing a suit, walked at the front, leading the three people behind him.
"Please let me see the invitation... No problem, four of you, please come in."
Under the guidance of the waiter, the four people dressed in gorgeous clothes entered the hall where singing and dancing took place.
Different from the dilapidation and terror outside, inside this club, the lights are bright, people are reveling in the entertainment, and people are laughing and spinning on the dance floor, as if they are two different worlds from the outside.
"I don't know whether to say it's sad or just disgusting."
Lawrence expressed his disgust directly at the sight before him.
"I don't know that the world is about to be destroyed, but I am still greedy for pleasure, thinking that having money and power means I have everything in the world... Such a life is really dirty."
"Then why not just burn it all with fire?" Joan of Arc showed a somewhat gloomy smile, "After all, I came here just to burn something?"
"Then I suggest that it would be better to just throw you out of here." Artoria still looked tit for tat with Joan of Arc.
"Speaking of which, is it really necessary for this thing to exist?" She took out her radio, a little curious.
"Because we have to consider whether the magic power can be detected, pure technological means are safer in such a duel." Moriarty answered this question through the radio communicator.
"I think it's just that you don't believe in magic too much." Holmes curled his lips.
"Hmm...Actually, this is possible. After all, I am a very modern servant. Even if I know that magic exists, I will only use magic to formulate countermeasures instead of in-depth research." Moria
Ti thought for a moment and scratched his head.
"This is very much your style. It is by relying on your remaining humanity that I can force you into a desperate situation." Speaking of this, Holmes smiled and took a puff of his pipe.
"So that's why you maintained a good relationship with the Magic Association during your lifetime?" Moriarty was dumbfounded, "Damn it! You obviously hate magic too!"
"Can you please stop chatting on the public screen? Let's talk about what we should do next?" Lawrence's dissatisfied voice rang from the radio, "And why are Ritsuka and I wearing such clothes? Just Can’t you give me an explanation?”
"You and Lixiang, one is Yan Qing's real target, and the other was simply captured by Yan Qing. In order to deceive him, isn't it just right to choose this interesting method?" Moriarty said with a smile in his voice.
"Well...it's indeed quite interesting. After all, I haven't tried it before."
Ritsuka held a plate in her hand, and on the plate was a small piece of cake.
"...I don't find it interesting, it's pure torture." Lawrence took a sip of white wine and cleared his throat helplessly.
"Don't say that, Lawrence." Artoria also had a smile on her face. As the former King of Britain, she naturally handled such a scene easily. "The way you look now is enough to make you feel confident." ."
Among the four people present, Artoria and Lawrence both wanted to adapt to such an occasion. After all, they were both powerful and powerful during their lives, and Jeanne's behavior was quite satisfactory because her eyes were always on Ritsuka Fujimaru. , but Ritsuka seemed a little too curious.
"Hey, that one over there."
Arturia suddenly greeted a man on the side.
"What's wrong, beautiful lady, if it's for your smile, I'm willing to sell my soul to the devil."
It's obvious that this guy wants to be confident.
"Do you have a camera with you?" Arturia asked directly without any ink marks.
"Huh?" The man was stunned and said subconsciously, "No..."
"Then you're useless."
Artoria's acting style has always been resolute.
The man was startled again, then showed a somewhat angry expression, turned around and left.
"What about you over there? Do you have a camera?" Arturia pointed her finger at another man on the other side.
"Ah? Well, only the camera that comes with the phone counts?" He took out his flip phone with some confusion.
"The pixels are really bad, but at this moment, it doesn't matter, right?" Artoria smiled nonchalantly, "Come on, Lawrence, Ritsuka, look here."
The two beauties in men's clothing were a little helpless, but they still stood together for the time being.
Click, click, click.
Artoria took several photos in a row.
"That guy named Leonardo should be able to get the photos on this phone easily. Remember to copy them to Chaldea's database." Arturia smiled as she returned the phone to the confused man. said.
Lawrence looked like he wanted to say something.
"I said, Assassin hasn't come yet? To be honest, I already hate this dress." Joan of Arc, who was once a village girl, prefers simpler clothes or simply wears armor. She is really indifferent to such complicated and beautiful dresses. .
"Are you an idiot? Being agitated in a situation like this will only attract attention."
Arturia glared at her.
"I think we're already very noticeable." Lawrence sighed.
The appearance of the four of them is quite eye-catching. When they are put together, it is impossible not to attract attention.
"Speaking of which, Master, this is a rare occasion anyway... Do you want to dance?" Artoria looked at the upright Fujimaru Ritsuka with interest, "Before Assassin comes.
, it’s understandable to enjoy it properly, isn’t it?”
"Huh? Do you want two women to dance?" Fujimaru Ritsuka pointed at herself.
Joan of Arc's pupils shrank suddenly as she stood aside.