Begin the Holy Grail War with the Sombra Legion

Asking for trouble.

Oniwu Tsuji's miserable interest was hanged, and Roland directly stated the reason for his anger, but this waste called Nozawa still didn't have such a vision.

It seems that he can see a good show today. What Wu Mian admires most is the tragedy of others.

After Nozawa said, "Please give me another chance," Roland's movements stagnated for a few seconds, but a sneer appeared on his face.

Like a volcano about to erupt, Roland let go of Nozawa's hand and let him fall to the ground. He walked back to his sofa and sat down again.

Nozawa has not been able to recover from the colic pain in his abdomen. The severe pain made him kneel on the ground, anxiously waiting for his fate. Because of the severe pain on his triangular face, under the spontaneous reaction of his body. , the tears couldn't stop falling, and Nozawa didn't dare to let his tears fall to the floor, so he could only wipe them continuously.

The inability to distinguish the severity of the hand made his face red with striking red marks. Coupled with his current embarrassed posture, he looked like a funny clown.

It's hard to imagine that the two of them were sitting in this position talking to each other a few days ago.

However, unlike the generally peaceful atmosphere before, the command to 'run quickly' from instinct and the feeling of depression in the room that seemed to be materialized made Nozawa understand that what was now shrouded between the two of them, It spread from Roland, an invisible but heavy oppressive force.

Under the influence of this irresistible danger, Nozawa showed a difficult expression, and only felt heart palpitations.

"Get up." Roland said coldly: "I said, I will give you mercy, so let me think about it."

"Yes...Yes, thank you, Lord Roland!"

The terrified Nozawa seemed to have been forgiven. He vigorously knocked down his head to convey his inner respect.

But Roland's words didn't stop, he just continued.

"However, since you didn't cherish the opportunity you exchanged from me with your own value, you insisted on putting this dissapointing appearance in front of my eyes, and you dared to instruct me, so I had to use my rules to deal with you. ."

Roland waved his hand and responded calmly: "If you have a gain, you will lose another, is it fair?"

This common and popular reason made Nozawa nodded subconsciously. Seeing such a move, Roland smiled even more happily.

"It seems that both of us agree with this principle, so..." Roland looked like he had finally made a decision, and didn't mean to get up from the sofa. This meant that his life was saved? Lord Roland generously forgave his stupid offense?

Nozawa raised his head expectantly, hoping to hear that beautiful answer.

But just before Roland spoke, the voice of an uninvited guest sounded.

"Jingle Bell--!!"

A harsh and eye-catching voice came from Nozawa's pocket, wantonly proclaiming his existence in the well-closed room, Nozawa took out the little thing that kept vibrating and roaring from his chaotic pajama pocket.

This is his mobile phone. Although the current functions are not comprehensive enough, in this era, for students, it is already a luxury enough to be amazed. For Nozawa, it is also the best prop to show off his family, so he I carry it all the time, even if I just woke up, I didn't change my clothes, and I didn't forget to pick up my phone.

His ringtone was always turned to the highest setting, so that when it rang, Shi Shiran took him out of his pocket, the dashing feeling of being connected, and the surprised and envious gaze of the people beside him.

But now, Nozawa just wanted to smash the thing that he regarded as the lifeblood of yesterday, and the sweet bell sounded now, so sharp and annoying, just like the roar of a shrew who scolded the street. Like... the footsteps of death urging.

Damn, damn, because of his impatience, Nozawa almost lost his grip. He hurriedly turned the phone over, trying to hang up the call—he could already feel Roland's gaze coming over.

The number on the phone was called by the old housekeeper who was in charge of their family's life affairs. Logically speaking, he basically wouldn't contact him. Wouldn't it be more reliable to find his parents?

No time to think so much, Nozawa was about to hang up the phone, but Roland spoke up and stopped him.

"Take it, pick it up quickly, maybe it's some important news that you can't miss."

Roland leaned on the sofa with a smile on his face, and his eyes also flashed with anticipation.

That feeling of superiority is like the audience on the stage who already knows the fate of the development, expecting the actor to step into the final sense of superiority step by step.

Nozawa lowered his head, stared at the string of familiar numbers, and an inexplicable voice sounded in his heart.

- Absolutely do not answer this call.

Otherwise, something terrible will happen. Nozawa tried to align the answering button with his trembling hand, but he failed to hit it several times. He had to press his wrist with the other hand to stabilize his finger. , pressed down hard.

"Mosimoxi," Nozawa replied with a weak vibrato without putting the phone to his ear. Fortunately, the huge voice from the person on the other end of the phone can still communicate clearly. .

"Master Nozawa! Why did it take so long to answer the phone! Where have you gone!" The butler's voice was very anxious, with a questioning tone, which was a bit beyond his identity.

Without waiting for Nozawa's response, the housekeeper revealed the reason for his attitude: "Come back soon, the big thing is bad, Madam... Madam and the master went out in the car this morning, accidentally had an accident, had a car accident, the hospital It said...they both died on the spot..."

Nozawa's cell phone slipped from his trembling palm and fell on the wool carpet without making any sound, just like Nozawa now. He burst into tears and opened his mouth, trying to cry, but His throat seemed to be broken, and he couldn't make any sound, only his mouth was constantly opening and closing.

A certain intense emotion penetrated his whole body like a bullet, causing Nozawa to tear at his hair, unable to help himself.

Roland, who was sitting on the sofa, straightened up, and Tsuji Wumai, who had been disdainful of Nozawa before, also took the initiative to come over, admiring the colorful expressions on Nozawa's face.

Then, a happy smile appeared on their faces.

"Master Nozawa, I agreed to your request, and I decided to give you another chance."

Roland said, and issued a verdict on Nozawa's fate.

If there is a gain, there is a loss.

As if he had grasped the key point, Nozawa's mind was occupied by this thought, but compared to the stirring emotions in his body, there was something that surpassed instinct, manipulated him, who could no longer control himself, and opened his mouth to answer.

In the most respectful and humble tone.

"Yes, Lord Roland."

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