Berserker, berserker, is one of the first version of the seven knights in "What era are you still playing traditional job hunting?" In the literal sense, most of its followers behave violently, or are paranoid, and have even been artificially trapped. Mad spell.
Anyway, there are some very serious mental abnormalities.
Can't even speak properly.
But if the other party can speak fluently - such as these three people in front of Omer:
Vlad Tepes, Florence Nightingale, Vivian (crossed out) - Morgan Le Fay.
That's true, you should be more careful.
As we all know, the most dangerous mental patients are usually not those who look manic, but those who look like normal people.
You may think they are normal, but you just haven’t had enough contact with them.
We haven't touched upon their abnormality yet.
Moreover, the impression given by the berserker should be more or less that of a warrior.
Although Uncle Vlad gives people the impression of a lonely old man, he is actually just an uncle. He doesn't even have the middle-aged and elderly feeling he had when he was a Lancer. He is considered to be in his heyday in terms of career.
A warrior indeed.
And is known as the world's first real female nurse, the founder and pioneer of the nursing profession, Miss Nightingale.
He is also considered a warrior.
Because the life she captured as a Servant was also the time when she joined the army in her youth.
There is no doubt that he is a medical officer accompanying the army. He is also carrying a pepper bottle pistol that can be regarded as part of the spiritual equipment. It looks like the kind of pepper bottle pistol with poor accuracy, but what it actually is, Omer is not sure. Easy to say.
Putting aside the matter of servants, you don’t need to be so clear about it.jpg
Based on Omo's understanding of the group of time travellers, anyone who has lived in this era for more than a week will have some traces left by this era. This has nothing to do with whether they are humans or servants.
Simply put - can you really be willing not to switch to more convenient, more precise and more powerful firepower?
At least make some modifications to your equipment and use the technology of this era.
As for Ms. Morgan, who is estimated to be 1.7 meters tall, and even with high heels, her field of vision is parallel to that of Omer...
It's a bit far-fetched to say that her career was that of a warrior, but from the broad concept of "fighting something"——
——Well, according to this concept, who is not a warrior? Civilians will still fight with firewood, rice, oil and salt.
Anyway, the job agency over there regarded her as a berserker, so she should be a berserker.
Even if she is carrying a staff that looks very heavy and can probably be wielded as a large axe, it is a great magic without chanting (from Ormer's perspective). That is also Barsaka!
"Mirror", "Tower", "Court", and "Coffin", the great magic mastered by a certain British witch can be roughly divided into the above four types, and the one blooming in the dream at this moment is the 'Coffin'.
A type of spell that can trap a target. Its scope includes 'Abyss', 'Frustration', 'Innocence', and...'Sweet Dream'.
Different from the magic "Court of the Innocent" that was used to trap Merlin, the "Garden of Sweet Dreams" structured by "sweet dreams" unfolds as a fantasy that makes people indulge in it.
Even though this dream that has begun to fall apart is a collection of collective spirits, she has also shown amazing magical attainments and magic power reserves.
But this also means that this is the same as Nightingale's Noble Phantasm.
Everyone has a share.
The ideals you want to achieve, the goals you want to achieve, the reunion you want to get, the laurels you are trying to chase... The dream world that has been bridged has not returned to the state of the horse racing festival, but has become a little chaotic and weird.
Too many scenes, too many elements, and too many people are all spliced together in this dream world. Even Tony Bianca, who Omer was still holding on to, has broken free from his hand. Since the origin of the three goddesses, Landing smoothly in the glow of energy skills, he ran as fast as he could on the Terra Appreciation track that suddenly appeared.
Omer even saw a few collegiate horse girls with whom he had acquaintance on the track.
Apparently, Ms. Tony Bianca considers her a rival and will compete in the future Terra Awards.
It is her dream to fight with all her strength on such a field and win the championship.
Similarly, Miss Nightingale's foothold has become part of a school.
Omo could see the outline of the teaching building behind her, which was a nursing school. At this moment, many young girls in nurse uniforms and school uniforms were passing by her, nodding to her whose appearance had not changed.
Obviously, for this head nurse with a paranoid side, her dream is for the continuation, expansion, and prosperity of the nursing profession to be the voice of saving patients.
And Uncle Vlad...
He was just now in his hometown, surrounded by the people.
Before the books and videos that portrayed him as Dracula, this was a time when Wallachia was still alive.
From children, to adults, to the elderly, men and women were celebrating the festival. Dressed in colorful clothes, he looked at his people with a warm smile on his face.
There were no wars, no famines, and nothing forced... The father who was assassinated, the brother who was buried alive, and the brother who was killed by himself.
What was gone was irreversible, the only thing worth fighting for was the present, and he was finally able to end the protracted war.
This is the prosperity he longed for during his lifetime.
Strong as a heroic spirit, as strong as a berserker, the paranoid and furious mind will still show the most sincere smile in the beautiful dream.
And Omer will also be greeted by calls from shop assistants and horse girls to send reports to the Security Bureau of the Two Worlds. He will also need to attend appointments one by one for the time traveler interview case and the interview with the trainer of the Triple Crown Horse Girl.
"...Are you really going to just leave it there and watch?"
Omo, who was wearing a suit and ties, and the girls with pretty faces around him took a few steps before they turned to look at the silver-haired witch beside them.
"I thought you were here to thank me for helping Miss Grey."
"In your eyes, do I seem like someone who cares about that child?" the witch said calmly, with a faint smile on her lips.
Like a taunt.
It also made Omer respond with the same calmness: "I don't know, but I know that she will never grow into the person you are obsessed with."
"Tell me this now, is it really okay?"
"..." Omer was silent for a moment, then turned to look at Uncle Vlad and Ms. Nightingale, who were clearly standing not far away, but seemed to be in two separate worlds.
The characters and backgrounds are clearly as abrupt as the second photos of Arknights, but they all look extremely immersed, which makes one wonder about their lack of 'magic power'.
He should wake up those two people, but...
Is it necessary?
"You hesitated, and you also planned to watch from here." Morgan's words were still particularly sharp.
Jean Omer glanced at her, and then looked at Miss Ling who was also watching.
This person became quiet, and her low sense of presence was evident. Omo saw that she was not trapped in any sweet dream at all, she was just running back and forth to other people's dream sets, blending in with a natural look, and then complained about the wine from others.
She also went very targeted, only going if she had a dream about drinking.
Omer was speechless.
But he did hear the faint sound of piano at this time.
His eyes narrowed, and when he raised his hand, he saw two unique mage hands. One on the left and one on the right, they pulled the Grand Duke and the head nurse out of their respective dreams, and at the same time, they also walked towards Ling.
Her direction also happened to be in the same direction as the source of the piano sound, so it wasn't necessarily a coincidence.
"I guess I didn't disturb you two."
When the mage's hand reached out and the huge magic hand indeed grabbed the opponent's waist, Omo noticed the stability of the two men's expressions.
There was no disturbance at all, and it seemed to be a matter of course that a hideous and terrifying claw suddenly appeared in his world.
Even Homais was convinced.
At that second, he could see a slight deepening of the smile on the other person's face.
