"I don't have a habit of punishing my subordinates, so even if you say so, I won't punish her."
Wu Ming's words put Nitocris at ease.
"Thank you, Sir Vero."
However, Wu Ming had doubts.
"I remember what you said earlier, you actually know that Jibril was chatting with you just to set you up, right?"
Nitocris smiled and nodded.
"Sir Vero, you shouldn't think I'm stupid, after all, I'm also a pharaoh, how can I do it without a little sense."
After all, when Nitocris drowned those in power who killed his brother, she used a trick.
So...
"Actually, I'm quite smart~"
Wu Ming smiled helplessly, although he was helpless, but he had another meaning.
"Time is running out, and the purpose of my coming here has been accomplished, and I'm ready to go."
The Holy Grail is obtained, and there is no battle with Ramses II. Even though Jibril had a fight with Nitocris over his madness, in the end nothing happened, so Wu Ming was ready to leave.
"Ah! By the way, Sir Vero, I have something to report."
As soon as she heard that Wu Ming was leaving, Nitocris immediately remembered something.
"What is it?" Wu Ming looked at Nitocris with a confused look. He should have no other relationship with this place.
"Lord Ozymandias captured a knight from the Holy City not long ago."
"knight?"
Wu Ming was stunned for a moment, then thought of something.
Could it be Tristan?
"It's the knight with the magic bow."
It really is Tristan. Have to say that this guy is really unlucky. He had just been sent to the desert by Wu Ming to ask for the information, but he was caught after a while.
However, if it really was Tristan, why couldn't Wu Ming understand Tristan's position, because he was currently Tristan's temporary master.
"Lord Ozymandias accidentally noticed that someone was looking for terrain information nearby, so he immediately captured that person and imprisoned him in the pyramid underground, and was isolated."
This time Wu Ming's doubts were answered, it turned out that the barrier was blocking his perception of Tristan.
And because Tristan didn't leave, the contract between him and Wu Ming was still intact, so Wu Ming didn't notice that Tristan was caught.
"Lord Ozymandias told me that if you want to leave, I will give it to you..."
"No." Wu Ming suddenly interrupted Nitocris.
"I don't want him anymore, let him stay under the pyramid."
"Eh?!"
Nitocris was taken aback by Wu Ming's words, why... No?
"Thanks to Ramses II for helping me look after Tristan, remember to express my gratitude, I'm leaving first."
Just kidding, can you not understand who Tristan is? If he returned to Artoria, it would be of great help, so let Tristan stay.
After Wu Ming finished speaking, the black and purple Gate opened, and before Nitocris could react, Wu Ming plunged in, and then the black and purple Gate also closed.
"O-Okay..." Nitocris then reacted and nodded subconsciously.
However, Wu Ming had already left.
On the lower level of the pyramid, inside the prison, Tristan sat on the stone bed and sighed while looking at his hands that were left empty due to the seized weapons.
"Oh~ I'm so sad…"
....
Like the ground scorched by fire, Avant Heim's huge floating tree with its crystal leaves and red trunk soared high above the sky.
The crystal leaves swayed constantly with the air passing high in the sky, constantly reflecting the sunlight around it.
The giant tree like a floating island gave off a harmless feeling in the sun.
However, beneath this seemingly peaceful scene, there was killing intent.
The Flügel race entered a state of alert, so with the existence of the Flügel "home", Avant Heim's responsibilities were not small.
Don't see how Avant Heim usually doesn't act, just because there's a Flügel there, there's no need to act.
And now, Avant Heim, who bore the heavy responsibility of guarding the Flügel, was on high alert.
A black-purple ripple suddenly appeared in the sky above Avant Heim, and with the sound of chains, an "angel"-like figure fell.
It was Jibril who was unconscious.
After Avant Heim saw that the visitor was an acquaintance, the several small tree trunks on his body instantly grew longer and stretchy, catching Jibril.
Immediately after, another black-purple ripple appeared, and Wu Ming's figure appeared in the air.
Seeing the arrival of lord yang, Avant Heim controlled the many red branches to lengthen.
Although it knows that its master can fly, it must be welcoming.
Wu Ming also gave Avant Heim a lot of face, and fell freely onto the red branch that Avant held out.
Standing on Avant Heim's branch, Wu Ming came to a certain platform on Avant Heim's body like an elevator.
Beside him, Jibril was also brought down by Avant Heim.
Its red branches receded like tentacles, and only Jibril, who was unconscious, was left on the platform.
"Avant, send Jibril to his room."
No one responded to Wu Ming, and Avant Heim proved his obedience to the action.
The platform under Jibril seemed to melt, and Jibril slowly sank.
This was Avant Heim's ability, so Wu Ming did not panic.
Jibril actually fell onto the softened platform, and in just a few seconds, Jibril disappeared and the platform returned to its original state.
"A very convenient ability." Wu Ming commented.
Have to say that the Flügels race chose to live in Avant Heim, and they really made no mistake. Avant Heim, the mobile multifunctional air fort, is great.
However, seeing Avant Heim at his feet, Wu Ming suddenly remembered something.
"It seems that I have been tricked by Ramses II..."
At first, Ramses II attacked Wu Ming first, and Wu Ming went this time to find his place and retrieve the Holy Grail.
However, after working for a long time, Wu Ming was even indebted to the other party.
Although the attack that Ramses II fired was also to determine whether Wu Ming's army was qualified to exist, no matter what, it was the other party who made the first move.
Wu Ming's combination was blinded by the Holy Grail.
"Forget it, it doesn't matter." Wu Ming shrugged calmly.
After all, it has nothing to do with Ramses II. After solving Artoria's problem, hand over the Holy Grail to Gudako and you're done.
"Go and see how the Flügels are doing."
Avant Heim understood, the platform under Wu Ming's feet softened, and Wu Ming's body slowly sank as if it had fallen into a swamp.