Begin the Holy Grail War with the Sombra Legion

Before it got completely dark, Matou Tsurugo received his target in the airport hall of Fuyuki City. At first glance in the crowd, he seemed to be the one to bully.

"Excuse me, is it Mr. Weber Velvet? Lord Roland sent me to pick you up."

Matou Tsuruo enthusiastically waved hello to the little boy who just got off the plane and was looking around.

In the past few days, he, the nominal head of the Matou family, has had an ups and downs. He has experienced the murder of his father, the robbery of his family property, from a puppet to a pauper with nothing, and finally the happiness of being appointed as a puppet by the adult. Life.

This change made Matou Tsuruno very happy. Not to mention other things, even if he lost his family property, the fact that his father was killed alone was enough to make him smile.

The old bug that ruled the Matou family finally died! Although his situation was not much better, he just changed his owner, but Matou Tsuruno still felt happy.

Compared with Matou Dirty Inkstone, Roland's control is much looser. He doesn't care about how he manages the Matou family, he only gives orders, and he never thinks about other things. , Such an excellent boss is much better than Dio Yan.

Moreover, despite clearly ruling the Matou family, Roland still has no intention of looking at wealth. Not only did he not use the Matou family's property, but he also sent a lot of gold and antiques to the Matou family, injecting them into this declining family. new life.

This kind of generosity was enough to make Matou Tsuruno give up on Roland.

"Yes, you are……?"

Weber looked at the middle-aged man in front of him and asked curiously.

"I am Matou Tsuruye, the head of the Matou family, this is my business card," Matou Tsuruye bowed in a standard manner and handed his business card with both hands. He also quickly bowed in return.

"In Fuyuki City, if you have anything you want to do, just tell me. You are a guest of Lord Roland, and I will arrange everything for you."

"thanks……"

Webber touched the back of his head and laughed a little embarrassedly. In his heart, he thought to himself. He was still not used to the manners of these nobles, but he had already felt Roland's sphere of influence.

Before coming back to Fuyuki City, he ran to the library of the Clock Tower and collected information about Fuyuki City. He knew that this was the site of the Matō family and the Tohsaka family, and now, the owner of one of the two major local snakes actually looks like a What kind of person is Roland who serves himself like a waiter and hires himself?

The name Roland Marchili was too unfamiliar. He rummaged through the books of the Clock Tower and found the closest person. It was only the signature of a senior's paper, the one named Marchili Zorgen. That's five hundred years of data. Are these two Maqiri related?

On the moving limousine, Weber fell into thought, and suddenly, as if he felt something, he twisted his neck and looked out the window.

"This icy feeling..."

Webber's face became serious, and he looked in a direction with cautious eyes. He had already entered the barrier of the nearby magic workshop. If he hadn't been invited, I'm afraid the defense mechanism of the workshop would have given him a rookie. beheaded.

The Matou family is a family that has been passed down for hundreds of years, and the workshops from generation to generation are probably indestructible.

Even though it was a sunny day, the surrounding land was still pitch black with an unreasonable dampness.

The ability from the discerning eye allowed Weber to see the general shape of this workshop at once.

"Different from the general stability, is it a workshop that uses water above the undercurrent and focuses on 'circulation'? No, it is even rarer, and there are buried bones, which contain vitality and protection. This method is similar to the European ones. The mainstream is different, it's a bit like the family lineage in the Tsarist Russia in the paper."

The car slowly stopped, Matou Tsuruno got out of the car first and opened the door for Webber.

Before Weber could make any move, the four creatures, who could not feel the vitality, looked like a 'demon' and looked like a 'ghost', took the form of a pitch-black ninja, took Weber's luggage, and sent him into Matou's house.

Weber's proud forensic eye, but he couldn't tell which faction theory and composition they were.

As if accustomed to this scene, Matou Tsuruno showed a disturbing smile.

"Welcome to Matou's house, Mr. Weber, Mr. Roland has been waiting for a long time."

Looking at the classical bungalow in front of him, the sense of vicissitudes left by the time makes people feel in awe, even though it looks like a new Baroque dome next to it, it seems a little out of style.

No! What's going on, I'm still thinking about these things!

Webber tensed his body unconsciously. After coming to someone else's magic workshop, he felt a little regretful that he was not in control of life and death.

But all came, and Webber, who didn't want to show his cowardice, could only bite the bullet, followed behind Matou Tsuruno, and entered the mansion.

"The room in front is Lord Roland's study. Although it's very late, he still wants to see you, so I can't go in."

After saying such irresponsible remarks, Matou Tsuruo didn't know where he went, leaving only Weber to gradually walk towards the door.

With every step forward, Weber felt as if he was falling into the deep sea. Only the dark aura and the ubiquitous water pressure reminded him of the real feeling of being alive.

Entrusting all the rights of survival to others, facing the real confrontation of magicians for the first time, Weber felt the powerlessness of theory for the first time in his life.

Then, he opened the door.

The owner of the room sat on the sofa and turned his head.

After seeing the other party's appearance clearly, Weber was slightly taken aback.

It's not because he looks too scary, but because compared to his aura, the other party's appearance is surprisingly good-looking, and it's not dark at all.

Even if there are differences in racial aesthetics, Weber has to admit that the other party is very good-looking, with good-looking facial features, not much older than himself, and his smile is very gentle and has an incredible appeal.

Just looking at each other, Weber's originally anxious emotions gradually calmed down, and his mind fell into a wonderful bliss.

If the nobles of the Clock Tower are really like this, there is nothing wrong with worshipping them~www.novelmt.com~ As soon as this idea was born, Weber was awakened by the pain on the tip of his tongue. The hints that Matou House had given him before did not help him to resist, but even if he was about to die, Weber hoped that he would die more clearly.

When he looked at Roland again, his eyes were full of surprise. The other party didn't give him any hints. Otherwise, his thick-line hinting magic would definitely be covered in the past.

In other words, if it is not intentional, is it so terrifyingly infectious?

This guy is simply abnormally alive!

"Roland?"

Weber muttered the name subconsciously.

Suddenly, a nice soft voice rang out.

"Yes, Mr. Weber, I am Roland Marchili who sent you the invitation. Let's get along well in the next period of time."

Seeing Webber, who was alert and free from his charms, with a bookish air and naive and vigilant eyebrows, Roland nodded with satisfaction. This kind of person is much smarter than the idiots like Nozawa who need to be reminded. Now, although it is still a piece of rough jade, it is already worth looking forward to.

In the future, his soul will definitely grow into a very interesting color, and he will also be firm in his will to move forward, which is good.

It seems that there is no need to replace more interesting characters as contestants.

Only when he raised his guard, he found that Roland didn't make any extra moves. Webber, who just introduced himself calmly, nodded cautiously, just like a job seeker who was being interviewed.

Just as he was about to introduce himself, he found that Roland looked at the back of his empty hand and said thoughtfully.

"By the way, Mr. Weber, have you heard of the Holy Grail War?"