Begin the Holy Grail War with the Sombra Legion

"Welcome next time!"

Roland routinely ignored the clerk girl who always looked at him with strange eyes, walked out of the convenience store with a plastic bag in hand, and looked at the light that gradually spilled from the crevices of high-rise buildings, and hit him very unreasonably. yawn.

Last night, because of the rare night tour, I had a discussion with Oni Mai Tsuji about the origin of the ship of the dead and the choice of mission objectives. By the time he reacted, it was already dawn.

Although he stayed up all night, as a standard low-quality human male, Roland adhered to the idea of ​​having a breakfast that he couldn't normally eat since he rarely stayed up all night, and came to the convenience store again, by the way. Replenish your candy stock.

In this regard, Kiwu Tsuji Wumai can only express his speechlessness.

"Is it necessary? In your current state, eating and sleeping don't play a big role, right?"

"Shut up! Wu miserable, you broke the atmosphere that I had carefully brewed. It is because I am still in good spirits that I deliberately yawned to create that feeling of distress. Didn't you destroy the atmosphere like this? !"

Seeing Roland's expression of righteous indignation, Kiwu Tsuji sighed miserably and said, "You're fine everywhere, but why do you often have some incomprehensible thoughts?"

In getting along with Roland, in addition to feeling that he is a contradictory individual who uses impulses to determine the direction and rationality to determine the way forward, what troubles Kibutsuji the most is Roland's way of thinking.

Roland, who accepted the power of General Sombra, did not rely on food to provide energy in his body for a long time. As for the difficulty, let alone staying up all night, even if he didn't sleep well this week, he would still maintain a state of high spirits. In the boat of the dead , on the stele that shows the state, the mental power that is over a hundred is the best proof.

But this week, Roland still maintains the habit of being a human, eating, taking naps, these complaints, Guiwu Tsuji Wumisi has been holding back for a long time.

"So, Wu Miserable, you have been an evil ghost for a long time, and you have completely lost your humanity. This ordinary way allows me to maintain the perception of being a human being. This is a very important attitude. If one day, I gradually lost my humanity, I lost consciousness of joy, anger, sorrow and joy, and I had no obsession. I pursued for the sake of pursuit, so what if I was a god? It’s so boring.”

Roland's answer was still as casual: "Also, aside from other things, eating delicious food, getting enough sleep and waking up naturally are all very comfortable things, can't you have these pleasures when you become a more powerful being? ?"

He swayed his body, swaggered down the street, turned his head, and looked at Guiwu Tsuji Wumisui with pitiful eyes.

"Your purity is too low. Human beings are such an interesting existence. How can you abandon your human identity so easily? Whether I am an evil ghost, a god, or a devil, it does not affect the fact that I am a human being. I love all human beings!"

Roland cheered and walked skillfully into the nearby alley. The warm feeling of the winter sun shining on his skin made him very happy now.

Then, he stepped into the shadows.

"However, there are not many guys who can be called human beings."

Going straight west from the commercial street in Fuyuki City, there is a separate ramp with an elegant bungalow on it. He is not gorgeous, the color is a mix of red, black and gray. Under the wide area, the door frame is full It is closed, giving people an old-fashioned feeling, like a legacy from a previous era, or a further time ago.

The flower bed in the yard in front of the bungalow has been covered by dense bushes, and a few lonely trees are also withered in winter, which adds a bit of gloomy atmosphere to the environment here.

Just seeing this house gives people a weird atmosphere, like an ancient house in a horror movie that knows something is wrong, but anyone with a normal mind would not want to take the initiative to approach this place.

In fact, the same is true. When Roland asked for directions with a map, more than one passerby warned him mysteriously about the rumors here. There are multiple versions from the monster that ate the little girl to the revived corpse. A quirky meeting.

An older passerby would give a more convincing answer, saying that this is a rich family with a strange personality, and for the sake of safety, he advised Roland not to approach it.

After seeing this place with his own eyes, Roland agreed with this statement very much. After all, the house is obviously old, and the overall decoration is still very elegant, with an aristocratic temperament, and the occupants can rely on such eclectic taste Conjuring up a run-down feeling, and living in such a place for a long time, inevitably makes one wonder if something is wrong with his brain.

But standing at the end of the street and seeing the famous brand from a distance, Roland understood it very well.

In front of the gate of the bungalow, the owner's name was engraved on the sign, and the notches were full of black rust stains corroded by moisture, and the gloomy traces like blood were spelled into such Chinese characters. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

- Matou.

Anyone who knows him will see him as having the financial resources to repair the house, but he ignores the strange behavior as one of the bad deeds of a declining family with no taste, but Roland, who came to step on it, feels a different taste.

The power he got from the Kingdom of Shadows gave him a keen sense of abnormal aura.

"Just getting close, it gives people a gloomy feeling," Roland stretched out his hand and pinched the leaves of the bushes on the road, which had a distinct color difference from those of the Matou family. "In winter, the Matou family The range seems to be in the rainy season, and this weird dampness is an enchantment."

The place where magicians have lived for a long time has also been transformed into a workshop suitable for their own play like a fortress. After all, magicians are scary guys with no human nature. This kind of defense is natural. It is the foundation of the foundation.

It was easy for Roland, who had the Black Shadow Corps, to sneak in, but considering Matou's character, Roland didn't want to scare the snake, so stepping on the spot was the top priority.

Roland took out the rice ball from the convenience bag and tore the package. As a traveler, with the shadow kingdom as the backing, he didn't mind breaking into Matou's house directly to achieve his goal, but considering it from a realistic point of view, it would be too much. If you don't take the prudence of the five-hundred-year-old magician in your eyes, even if Matou Zuoyan can't win, if he runs away, isn't it unnecessary trouble?

So, before the official start of the Matou clan crusade, Roland had to confirm one more thing.

Matou Zuoyan, are you at home?

(Fat Chiu wants to recommend a vote. After voting, you can pinch Fat Chiu at will. It feels super soft!)

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