"You are not from Uruuk? You are not from this era?"

When bringing the black-robed man back, he basically relied on Fujimaru Ritsuka to start the conversation. If the first impression the black-robed man gave Fujimaru Ritsuka was a sense of security, the second impression was the word gentle.

The main reason was that he didn't know how to describe it.

Fujimaru Ritsuka could feel the calmness of the man in black robe, and beneath this calmness, Fujimaru Ritsuka vaguely felt a kind of indifference to joy and sorrow that was superior to that of ordinary people.

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at the man in black robe again cautiously.

Perhaps because of the magic, Fujimaru Ritsuka couldn't judge how tall the person in front of him was. He could only vaguely have the idea that "a man in a black robe is standing next to me."

The man in black robe followed beside Fujimaru Ritsuka, and Fujimaru Ritsuka could notice that the man in black robe was suspended in the air from the moment they met.

"I am not from this era." A gentle voice answered Fujimaru Ritsuka's question, "Uruku, governed by King Uruk, is very good, and I am glad to be able to help you."

Although he said he was happy, Fujimaru Ritsuka could not sense the other party's emotional fluctuations, but he was very interested in the fact that the former admitted that he was not from this era: "You mean you are not from this era? ! ! How can... "

The only people who didn't belong to this era were him and Mashu, but the man in black robes—

How did she get here?

At this time, a figure was projected on the communicator, and Da Vinci said, "A person who is not from this era appears in this era? Interesting."

The man in black robe said humbly: "It's just a little trick."

They walked very fast and arrived at the palace of Uruk in a short time. Due to the war, the palace was at least half destroyed, but its former splendor could still be seen. After someone reported it, Fujimaru Ritsuka led the black-robed man into the gate.

After entering the palace, Fujimaru Ritsuka can see Gilgamesh sitting on the throne.

The blond young man sat back on the throne. He propped his face up with one hand. His eyes were tightly closed, and he looked like he was resting. But even this scene gave people a sense of majesty.

"King Gilgamesh."

Having lived in Uruguay for some time, Fujimaru Ritsuka naturally knew the etiquette he should display.

"Ritsuka." Before Gilgamesh could reply, Merlin suddenly appeared from nowhere and asked, "Did you go out for a walk? Eh - did you bring someone back?"

"That's the gentleman who just helped us." Fujimaru Ritsuka explained quickly.

But who knew that the man in black robe would speak himself.

"King Uruk." The black-robed man nodded.

The black-robed man raised his head and looked towards the platform. Gilgamesh slowly opened his eyes, and a hint of amusement appeared in his scarlet pupils: "You guys, you actually showed up here, what on earth are they thinking?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka noticed the familiarity in Gilgamesh's tone, as if the two had known each other for a long time and had some connection on a daily basis. Suddenly, he remembered the black-robed man's praise for Gilgamesh's Uruk, and it seemed that the two knew each other.

Merlin came over the moment they entered the palace. He circled the black-robed man twice with a smile, and finally stopped: "Why are you here at this time? What happened?"

It seems that Merlin also knows this gentleman.

This time the man in black robe did not speak.

But what puzzled Fujimaru Ritsuka was that Gilgamesh, who was sitting high on the throne, had a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Everyone...are you telling some stupid riddle?" Fujimaru Ritsuka asked hesitantly.

But who knew that Gilgamesh would look in his direction after he said this, with a kind of arrogance in his scarlet eyes. He lowered his eyes nonchalantly, "Even though I don't agree with that guy's kingly way, and in some ways I can describe him as stupid, he is also a wise monarch."

"This guy is also a king." Gilgamesh raised his chin, "Don't be rude."

Fujimaru Ritsuka: “…”

Fujimaru Ritsuka: “Eh!!!!”

He asked in surprise: "Are you also a king?!"

Several exclamations came from the communicator: "King, is the black-robed gentleman also a king?" Gilgamesh glanced at Fujimaru Ritsuka's communicator with a half-smile: "Why, don't the people in Chaldea know who this is?"

In Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes, the kings are a group of extraordinary people. After experiencing so many special points, especially this special point, he can better understand the nature of the king.

But Gilgamesh said that Chaldea would know the identity of the man in black robes, but no one in Chaldea knew it.

Gilgamesh raised an eyebrow: "She hasn't told you her identity yet?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka touched his nose: "I didn't ask..."

Gilgamesh glanced at the man in black robes.

Merlin had always been in a mood to watch the show, so he asked, "Do we still need to hide it now?"

"No, I don't mean to hide myself all the time." said the man in black robe.

The communicator that had been turned on there was silent as if it had been stuck, as if it was waiting for the mysterious man in black to reveal his identity.

After saying this, she slowly took off her hood, and her black robe turned into molecules and disappeared into the air.

Now Fujimaru Ritsuka finally saw clearly.

It was an androgynous face, with long white hair tied up and hanging down in front of the chest. The whole person did not have the fierceness that he had just used magic, but instead gave people a soft and good-tempered feeling.

At this time, Fujimaru Ritsuka suddenly noticed the black tattoo-like marks on the white-haired woman's body. The marks seemed alive, giving people an uncomfortable and weird feeling. It was as if the black lines were about to break through the restraints, and it was also like giving people a silent warning.

Fujimaru Ritsuka suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if the person in front of him had been seen somewhere before.

"Have we met somewhere before?"

The white-haired woman shook her head: "I have never met you at this age before."

Doesn't this mean that my future self has met him before? Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at the white-haired woman seriously for a few times, but in the end he still couldn't figure out why he felt familiar with her.

"How is this possible!!!!" A shout suddenly came from the communicator.

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at the communicator. The projected image was Dr. Roman's horrified and unbelieving face. This made Fujimaru Ritsuka a little confused until he heard a second cry from the communicator: "How is this possible?!"

He questioned again.

Fujimaru Ritsuka was a little confused by Dr. Roman's big reaction: "Doctor, why are you reacting so strongly?"

At this time, the doctor, whose facial expression management was a little abnormal, laughed awkwardly twice, but his eyes were still fixed on the white-haired woman.

After saying that, Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at the white-haired woman again and asked hesitantly: "Excuse me, who are you..."

The white-haired woman smiled gently, neither happy nor sad, like a god in heaven.

"Jedidiah."

"Jedidiah...?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was also familiar with the name, stroked his chin and thought.

He had indeed heard of this name somewhere, and he also knew that this name meant being favored by God. But Fujimaru Ritsuka still couldn't figure out who this person was.

The white-haired woman always had a smile on her face.

This kind of smile cannot be described as an emotional expression, because it is emotionless. It is as if it is smiling just for the sake of smiling, like a moving machine.

Merlin seemed to have adapted well to standing next to the white-haired woman, his smiling face never fading.

Until Gilgamesh spoke from the throne: "Solomon, you left your country and came to Uruk as a living person at this age..."

"King Uruk."

Before Gilgamesh could finish, the white-haired woman explained, "I am not called Solomon now. The throne of the country still belongs to my father. I have not really ascended the throne yet, so it is not quite accurate to call me Solomon."

When Fujimaru Ritsuka heard the word Solomon, he was completely stunned. His brain seemed to explode at this moment, and was finally pulled back by the white-haired woman's self-introduction again.

Solomon? !How could it be Solomon? !!

Isn't Solomon the one they need to fight against? Why is he here in this timeline, and in a timeline where he has not yet become king?

At this time, the white-haired woman looked in the direction of Fujimaru Ritsuka, and her blue eyes collided with the god-like golden eyes, and in the end, only the latter was left with a sad look.

"So please call me Jedidiah."

The white-haired woman said so.