"I always feel that although this special point is resting on the boat most of the time, I feel particularly tired..." Fujimaru Rika and Mashu sat together and sighed.
"Same, I'm even more..." Lawrence felt like he was wilted, and his shiny burgundy long hair became a little dry.
This journey of special points is easier than that of France and Rome, but also more...powerless.
The feeling of not taking everything into my own hands was that Chalde felt bad.
The biggest key is the lack of intelligence, but...
After experiencing a series of events, I met Doris and Oshenanos, a mother and son, and obtained relatively complete information, and I knew who the real enemy was, and I also knew that there were other enemies behind the enemy. Although the Holy Grail had been obtained, I returned it to remove this hidden danger...
In short, it is actually like someone has planned everything in the dark, and his full ambitions are in the empty space - and so on.
Oshenos basically calculated everything, and even if an accident happened, the final result would not be wrong. This made Chalde feel very happy and... uncomfortable.
"I think it's necessary for me to reflect on myself." Fujimaru Takika sighed, "and so is Miss Lawrence. Does the first two special smooth strategies bring us a sense of arrogance that shouldn't exist?"
Lawrence was slightly stunned, and so was Mathieu.
"Do we feel that 'this world can only be saved by us Chaldeans'? I mean this." Fujimaru Rika said this, feeling like she had put down her burden.
"......Senior, you mean..." Maxiu stroked Fufu and stared at Fujimaru Rika.
"Yes, it was Marda and Tarask who really defeated Favonna Votgen in France. When he was in Rome, the guy from Zuo Village burned his spiritual foundation to defeat Atila..." Lawrence smiled self-deprecatingly.
"Miss Lawrence, please stop thinking like this." Fujimaru Rika interrupted Lawrence, "I thought for a while, and I always felt that we had put our position too high before, so high that we should have thought that this world can only be saved by us. But Miss Lawrence, isn't this the inferiority arising from the pride being crushed?"
"In a sense, such pride is not good." Fujimaru Rika put down her mind, felt much more relaxed, and smiled.
Lawrence was stunned.
It seems...is...so?
"I saw you being too nervous before, and I never dared to talk about this problem. I didn't expect you to figure it out by yourself." Roman's small light screen lit up, and he looked relieved. "Maybe it's because you're over-inspired, so you're thinking about it. You can try it and see the sea surface, maybe it's a little easier."
"Well, I understand, thank you doctor." Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded with a smile.
"And Mashu, don't have too many ideas. You must not have such things as mental burdens." Roman told Mashu again.
"I understand." Mashew nodded, "but I can't let go of my guard, right?"
"Well, there is Lawrence... Sorry, I'll apologize to you first." Roman scratched his head, and the figure in the small light screen bowed slightly.
"Oh? Why did you suddenly apologize..." Lawrence said blankly at Xiao Guangping.
"Although you are the oldest,... in fact, among the three people, you are the most tired. Sorry, I have given you too much work before."
Lawrence was slightly silent, and then slowly spoke: "If you really feel sorry for me, can you tell me what Leonardo is doing now?"
"Uh-this..." Roman choked.
Sighing, Lawrence knocked his head: "Okay, Roman, you don't need to apologize to me. Leonardo and I do so much work because... there is too little time and staff, and there is indeed a lot of work."
"If all the 'Star Blazers' like us stop moving forward, what should we do with the living being guided by us..." Lawrence looked at Drake who was talking to the eldest mate Bombey on Oshen's nowhere.
"... Then why did you beat me up before?" Roman asked quietly.
"Doesn't it just take a little relaxation to accumulate to a certain extent? And we are also very light, right?" Lawrence coughed twice.
"Anyway, Miss Lawrence, Me, Mathieu, and Mr. Tuoka, each of us is a contributor. We are not the only advancers on the road to saving human nature. We also contribute. Excessive pride and inferiority are not desirable. We can be the protagonist, but we should be prepared to become a supporting role, so..." Fujimaru Takika tilted his head and smiled.
Lawrence also smiled and nodded: "I understand. I didn't expect that this time the Lord enlightened me. Unlike Roman, he would just go straight."
Roman:?
"It's nothing to do with me! I'm really apologizing seriously!" Roman said with grievance.
"Ahem, well. Then, I will always be ready to help Oshenos end this special point."
"That's good." Fujimaru Rika stood up, "Then this time, we'll be ready to become a 'supporting role'!"
Tu Fangsui San was sitting next to him and was almost asleep.
He doesn't need any comfort because he is a berserker and his brain is not very useful.
At this time, on an island not far away.
"Can you shoot in that direction? The distance is very far." King David leaned against a tree with his chest in his arms, looking at Atalanta who was pulling the bow with a smile on his face.
"Don't underestimate me, I am the No. 1 female shooter in Greece!" Atalante glared at David angrily.
"If the mother and son said the truth just now, then the rest is to think about how to deal with the person hiding behind the scenes." David grabbed a rope in his hand, and a stone tied to the end of the rope.
"We are the bait. I know that only when the elements are complete can those dirty things be exposed. Leave them to me!"
Atalante let go of the bowstring, and the arrow hanging with the letter shot towards the sea in the distance. The Golden Deer shot towards the Golden Deer.
Then--
Tens of thousands of meters away, the arrows were accurately nailed to the bow of the Golden Deer.
"Hmm?" Drake became alert.
He quickly capsized the bow of the ship and pulled the arrow down.
"Is it an enemy attack?" Fujimaru Rika asked seriously.
Drake shook his head and shook the arrow.
This is not an arrow.
It's an arrow book.
Chapter completed!