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Chapter 25, Meet Yae Niijima Again 2

"Well, we meet again."

He always felt that Yae Niijima was a bit difficult to approach. Yagi Yusei thought for a while and then addressed Boudica, who was full of motherly glory like a sister.

Hearing him turn the topic to herself, she already understood his little thoughts. Boudica stepped forward and said with a smile: "We meet again."

"Um?"

Although Niijima Yae sensed something amiss from the way the two people talked, she did not pursue it any further. After all, although she and Boudica belonged to the same medical team, they were not servants of the same era, nor were they friends.

, at best, they are colleagues. There is no need to make irresponsible remarks about colleagues’ social circles.

Boudica had a cordial feeling towards the servants who were related to Britain. On that day, after Yagi Xuezai finished telling her story, Boudica was deeply moved. She was already quite emotional,

I have always felt that his fate was not easy. After hearing him say that he was able to merge with his servant despite being half-dead, I was surprised and happy for him at the same time.

Therefore, he clearly knew that the holy sword in his hand was indeed the most famous holy sword in Britain. At the same time, because he did not have much contact with the servant, this sword could not release the truest

The most powerful look.

Boudica always felt sorry for him. But seeing that he was still in a cheerful spirit was somewhat of a comfort to her heart.

After chatting with her casually for a few moments, Yagi Xuesai naturally turned the topic to Niijima Yae.

Both she and Boudicca were servants summoned by Emperor Nero.

Niijima Yae's life experience is very wonderful. As a woman, her life can be said to be a legend. She has joined the army, carried a gun, once patrolled the night with a big sword and an iron cannon, and once wore a white coat to save lives and heal the wounded. This perseverance and courage

It reminds people of Joan of Arc, and some people have connected her with another [Army Nurse] [Steel in White], calling her the Japanese Nightingale.

As an archer, she responded to the call, and she felt...well...very consistent with the textbook description.

That kind of perseverance and courage, and will not hide one's mood, and will show it on his face if he doesn't like it. It is far different from the Japanese attitude of hiding his mood and smiling to welcome people. His tone is slightly unkind, and his gestures will not show it.

Extremely polite.

However, surprisingly it doesn't feel particularly annoying.

Sure enough it's because...

"She is a beauty."

Yes, the world is so unfair. If you are handsome, you can do whatever you want. Yagi Xuezai has always believed this - because if according to this theory, he actually belongs to the exploiting class rather than the exploited class, of course he

It doesn't matter, and I'm happy to promote this thing.

When Niijima Yae heard his emotion, she was speechless, turned her head and glared at him: "Let me tell you, there is no point in having frivolous thoughts about the appearance of medical staff."

There was deep helplessness in her tone, and her brows were furrowed, not sure if it was a threat. She turned the iron cannon on her shoulder with one hand, turning it over and over, playing with it like a dagger in her palm.

No matter how you look at it, it’s a demonstration, right?

It seems that Niijima Yae was called the evil woman of Meiji, which probably has a lot to do with her attitude towards speaking.

When Yagi Xuezai thought this way, he felt that his whole body was alert and his physical condition was actually much better.

No way, Arthur Pendragon is the red dragon of Britain. In the legends of later generations, he is the incarnation of the dragon. Because of the legend, his whole person has acquired dragon-related attributes. The most exaggerated one is his chest

The heart that can beat vigorously. The heart of a dragon that can gain a lot of magic power just by breathing.

Servants are a collection of magic power. On the other hand, any injury can be filled with magic power as long as it is not a fatal injury.

Naturally, Yagi Sekssai recovered quickly from his injury.

After chatting with the two for a few more words, it seemed that people were deciding the winner one after another in other arenas, and the two went over as medical staff again.

Humans can treat the injuries of ordinary gladiators. But for injuries sustained by servants, only the servants can treat them.

Before leaving, Boudica handed him a simple-looking basket covered with white cloth. No matter how you looked at it, it looked like a "lunch box" in everyone's mind.

"You are Japanese, so I asked Yae about Japanese customs. Come on."

Boudica didn't make it too clear. After all, this was Rome. In front of so many Romans, encouraging people to overthrow Emperor Nero was not looking for trouble. So she was vague.

Yagi Xuezai held the bamboo basket and felt that there was a slight heat inside. It was probably a bento. He felt warm in his heart and quickly thanked him.

After watching the two people leave, he shifted his attention to the arena and found that the battle between Alexander and Mordred was at its climax.

Judging from the attributes of the two men alone, Mordred has the upper hand. After all, Alexander was summoned as a young man, and his combat effectiveness is still slightly insufficient. His strength and durability are not as good as Mordred's. So simply.

The agility of the two is not far apart.

Holding the dagger in his hand, Alexander's fiery red braid was thrown behind his head, and with the rapid attack pace, red lightning-like light swayed.

The leather soles under his feet stomped down hard with a tendency to crush the ground, and the body then rushed directly towards Mordred with the force of the recoil.

The other party did not show any weakness. Mordred handed the sword to his left hand and blocked his blow with the thick gauntlet on his right hand. He was about to thrust the sword in his left hand, but Alexander nimbly reached out and grabbed her arm.

Like a vaulting athlete, he put a hold on her arms and actually jumped over her head!

Although Mordred looks like a weak woman, after all, according to legend, this is the illegitimate son of King Arthur. The child of a lion must also be a lion. Like King Arthur, he is good at radiating magic power through his limbs to strengthen his strength.

Such abundant and wasteful usage can easily support the weight of an immature teenager.

Because she jumped over Mordred, the sword in her hand missed the target. Instead, Alexander caught the gap for a moment. When he jumped over his head, he waved the sword blade in his hand, and the silver

The light flashed and actually left a moderately deep stab wound on the back of Mordred's neck!

With a pop, Alexander landed on the ground, rolled on the spot, distanced himself, and at the same time regained his fighting posture.

"Unexpectedly..."

Mordred quickly turned around, guarding the sword in front of him, and used his free right hand to touch the back of his neck. However, through the armor, his palm could not feel anything, and the wound on the back of his neck felt like it was being rubbed by rough metal.

Pain, hot and cold.

"Tsk... Hahaha, it's quite enjoyable! Fighting with you!"

Unexpectedly, Mordred laughed out loud, grasped the sword with both hands, and the red magic power burst out like thunder.

"Next, I won't follow your wishes! Little man!"

Hearing her rude remarks, Alexander also laughed and said: "As for a small man, you are not much taller than me. However, I still have room to grow. As an adult, I am two meters tall~"

He made a provocative statement easily, and you could almost see the veins popping out on Mordred's head.

"Who do you think can't grow up!!"


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