Begin the Holy Grail War with the Sombra Legion

From the very beginning, Roland was deliberately monitoring the Tohsaka family, not because he was afraid of Tohsaka Tokiomi, but so that the wonderful drama of the Holy Grail War could not be destroyed.

"This is the slough of a snake thousands of years ago? In a sense, it's hard for people not to wonder if there is a problem with the existence of this sacred relic?"

Oniwu Tsuji Wumai also looked at the holy relic in Roland's hand with great interest. Having seen the four battles, he knew who the heroic spirit was related to.

"Are you going to control that hero king yourself? That guy is an outsider."

"I know," Roland interrupted Kibutsu Tsuji with cold words, "Gilgamesh himself is a very interesting individual, but the story of the Holy Grail War is too small for him, he will put all the fun into it. destroyed."

Roland turned his head and looked at Guiwu Tsuji Wu Miserable, his black pupils were full of indifference.

"Wu miserable, do you know what is the most disgusting thing in a drama?"

Born from a noble family, Wu Mian is no stranger to the art of drama. Among his many forms, there is a geisha posture that is used to collect information on the flower street and instruct human beings.

"It should be a mechanical seance. Even if you are facing a powerful enemy that cannot be confronted, there is no room for resistance, and a miserable journey along the way can only be said to be a bad story, but if in a well-developed story, there is a story that can be subverted at any time. All the characters, that was really intolerable to me."

Speaking of this, Wu Mian smiled a little uneasy, "For example, in the Taisho drama of evil spirits and samurai, there is a person who kills the king of evil spirits in one move. The way to deal with the ghost king is to make me hate this selfish 'world' from the bottom of my heart."

"That's right, I'm the only one who can lift the table."

Roland nodded in agreement, and closed the box again, "So, this time, I can only let it sleep obediently and leave the stage early."

After he let go of his hand, the sacred relic that had exhausted the Tohsaka family's funds fell into the shadows and became Roland's thing.

"But the King of Heroes is still very interesting. Next time, let me prepare a larger stage for him that fits his identity. Let's see if he can still face everything with a calm attitude?"

Roland exuded ominous malice all over his body, which made Wu Miserable also look forward to it.

"That must be interesting."

"However, Tomisaka Tokiomi's funds are basically gone. If he loses the key sacred relic, he will definitely be mad."

"Then it's none of my business," Roland kicked open the hatch and let the air flow sweep him out of the sky, "After all, we are enemies now, but that guy probably won't be so willing to give up the Holy Grail War, so , I'll continue to look forward to it for the time being, change is part of the fun in itself."

Roland's voice wafted and danced in the wind, and finally disappeared under the shadow of the clouds.

The damaged transport plane is still flying smoothly, and the Sombra Ninjas are still working professionally. They are responsible for transporting this unfortunate news to that island country completely.

On the other side, Webber also yawned and woke up at Matou's house.

In the past few days, Roland gave him a few days off because he was worried about his health. Although Weber felt that the guy must have found something interesting and went to play alone, the long-lost vacation still makes people feel good happy.

In the past few days, Weber has only flown back to the clock tower, sorted out the follow-up courseware, and sold a small bag of gems as his own funds.

Thinking of this, Weber wanted to complain, is Roland the king of the underground world? Rewards are always in the form of gems, gold, and various precious treasures.

However, Webber, who was strictly taking advantage of it, was too embarrassed to object. After asking his reliable friend Melvin to help sell it, he didn't care about the trouble caused by the small bag of precious gems, so he hid here again. island country.

Originally, he cherished his time very much, but now, the sufficient financial support has greatly shortened his research process and significantly improved Weber's quality of life. He also has more free time.

But once you are free, you will always think about messy things.

"Holy Grail War?"

Skilledly ignoring the shadow corps who took the water, squeezed the toothpaste, and then disappeared, Webb muttered the word and brushed his teeth.

When the two met for the first time, Roland confessed like Weber that he wanted to participate in the Holy Grail War, so Weber also checked relevant information in his spare time these days.

Most people in the Clock Tower did not give a good evaluation, that is to say, the ceremony of successfully degrading the summoning of the heroic spirit is quite interesting, and at most it can only be regarded as a good actual combat experience.

Except for the Einzbern, the other two built Yusan were not well-known, but Roland told him with certainty that the Holy Grail has the function of fulfilling wishes.

Since Roland has said so, Weber naturally chooses to believe it, but Weber has not recovered from Roland's idea of ​​inviting him to participate in the Holy Grail War.

The magicians risk their lives to participate in the battle and decide the only winner. Weber is very clear that he does not have this kind of consciousness... at least not now.

The reason is also very simple, he is a theoretical school.

Although magic is only a tool, many magicians only regard magic as a convenient means, but because of the characteristics of magic, the depth of research results can also be converted into combat power, so there are two theories of magician and magician. The difference between faction and actual combat faction.

Weber is naturally a pure theoretical school. It is not that he has self-knowledge, but his own talent that makes him really love research.

Originally without financial support, he might have gambled and made a wish to the Holy Grail to give himself a lot of money, but now that he is funded, he only needs to concentrate on his research, without other worries and requirements, and he will not have any wishes.

Moreover, it was too embarrassing for him to be an enemy of his friends.

Webb washed his face, wore pajamas, yawned, and walked into the hall.

"Good morning, do you want something to eat?"

What caught my eye was a large table full of delicate pastries, and the sweet fragrance rushing to the face~www.novelmt.com~ The young man sitting in the center casually bit the cake on his fork and said hello.

"I said," Weber's eyelids jumped, "it's too unhealthy to eat so many sweets in the morning."

"What's wrong is that you won't grow taller if you worry too much," Roland calmly stuffed a piece of cream cake into his mouth, "Learn from me, you'll never worry about these things."

"Forget it," Weber pulled a plate of less sweet scones and poured himself a cup of black tea, "I don't want a toothache."

"Supplementing sugar is very important for the brain, and for someone like you who often has a bitter face, it can also bring happiness."

Roland shook his fork, glanced at the back of Weber's still empty hand, and didn't care.

He didn't deliberately infect Weber's character, just to prevent this excellent fruit from turning crooked. After all, it would be too wasteful to eat this kind of treasure before it ripens.

So Weber still maintains his naivety, and is still preparing the paper that can cause noise and slam the rotten clock tower. With the support of funds, it may be more complete, but it is useless, that paper, no matter what Excellence doesn't come with good results either.

Because it is untenable on its own, it's just that the current Weber is too young to realize this.

After the cruel reality taught him to be a human being, he, who had already been buried by Roland, would take the initiative to participate in the competition for the Holy Grail.

"Happiness or something, it's not necessary for a magician," Weber sighed, knowing that Roland was a sweet tooth, he didn't want to continue arguing, but turned the topic to a more important direction .

"So, about the choice of magic category, have you decided?"