Begin the Holy Grail War with the Sombra Legion

"I heard that the old man Matou has always been kind, kind, and wise. I happened to be a little confused recently. I wonder if there is a chance to visit the old man and receive his teachings?"

Matou Tsuruye's expression froze completely. As the head of the Matou family, compared with the heads and directors of other companies at the same time, the thoughts in Matou Tsuruye's mind were exactly the ones written on his face.

Nozawa didn't have to struggle at all, and read the surprise and disgust from his face, "Are you crazy?"

Matou Tsuruo really didn't dare to resist Matou Zhanyan. When he thought of the dense wormhole, his mother and wife who lost their value after giving birth, fear flowed in his veins.

But this does not mean that he is so stupid that he doesn't know who created the current situation of the Matou family. This old man whose name appeared more than once on the family tree, although he has kept the Matou family's property, is not a good person for anyone surnamed Matou. For people, it is the root of torment fate.

The current situation of the Matou family is getting worse and worse, and the existence of the increasingly distorted heir, Matou Zorken, cannot be said to be irrelevant, at least it is the culprit.

At the thought of that old man raising a burrow of insects in a humid environment every day, Matou Tsuruo felt a chill, and even felt sincerely grateful that he had not been able to inherit the qualifications of the magic way.

As a result, this stinky boy actually offered to approach the old man. Isn't this a sheep's mouth?

Matou Tsuruo could have a hunch that there would be another corpse in the wormhole in the basement.

"Mr. Matou?"

Hearing Nozawa's reminder, Matou Tsuruno knew that he had lost his way.

Maybe it was the little kindness in his heart that was at work, or maybe it was just to reduce trouble, Matou Tsuruno said his usual diplomatic rhetoric.

"I'm sorry, my father has gone far away recently, I'm afraid I will disappoint you."

"Really, that's such a pity."

It seems that he didn't intend to let Matou Tsuruno breathe a sigh of relief at Nozawa, who continued to entangle. After the condolences like a process, he couldn't wait to escape from such a fool who wanted to take the initiative to contact Matou Zoken.

He originally thought that this matter would end like this, but he didn't expect that the nightmare had just begun.

In the next few days, whether he was at a banquet, a restaurant, or a casino, he would meet Nozawa by coincidence, and warmly greeted him about his father's situation.

Even when Matou Tsuruye deliberately went to a lecture he had never attended in order to escape Nozawa, the seat next to him was Nozawa. At one point, Matou Tsuruye thought that this young man was staring at him. After wanting to have a hearty fencing, and thus raising his vigilance, today's Nozawa, after asking the question, showed a delighted look, and said that he would not bother him again in the future.

"I shouldn't have given any weird answer?"

But no matter what, he can finally be free. Tonight, he deliberately got drunk and didn't go back to Matou's house. Matou Tsuruo thought happily, picked up the alcohol as usual, and began to numb himself.

And Nozawa, who just walked out of the door, has disappeared without a trace at this moment.

"Today, Matou Tsuruno's answer is that my father is inconvenient, not that the previous one is gone."

"Well done."

Roland praised and waved his hand, and Nozawa bowed consciously and was pulled into the darkness by the ninja.

"Can't stand it anymore?"

Guiwu Tsuji looked at Roland eager to try, and said, "I've been preparing for so long, why don't I set a better time? According to that scumbag, Matou Ziyan just came back today."

"I can't wait any longer. The more I wait, the more I get wrong. I can't wait."

On the table next to Roland, there are already thick stacks of books, many of which have been turned over and rolled up, and bookmarks are stacked thickly.

The books collected by these shadow corps are all records of the three families left by the magicians at the time. From the magician's point of view, they have made general comments on the situation of the three families, and also mixed some Possible working ideas.

This is much faster than finding it yourself, and because of different aspects, channels, and angles of expertise, everyone's focus on the Matou family is different. The appearance of the Matou family in the eyes of everyone is different from that of Roland. The clear inner addition made him full of confidence.

For Roland, the records of these books are as interesting as reading the guide. The more he reads, the more he wants to try it himself.

The more Roland thought about it, the more excited he became. He was extremely energetic, and a scorching flame ignited in his heart again.

"Tonight, I will kill Matou Zuoyan." Roland said with a smile, feeling the thrill of the accelerating secretion of adrenaline, his eyes showed a kind of excitement.

Just when he was about to taste the pleasure of killing insects, even the waiting time was so beautiful and sweet, Roland poured candy into his mouth without hesitation, and his expression became a little quieter. Like a sheathed blade.

Guiwu Tsuji Wu miserable understands that this is by no means a cessation of killing intent, but a deliberate precipitation in order to better taste the ultimate pleasure.

When the food is in front of you, wait a little longer and resist the impulse, and its deliciousness will increase exponentially. Roland understands this truth.

Guiwu Tsuji Wumian also stood outside the door, staring at the sky, looking forward to it. When the flaming dark flame in Roland's pupils was extinguished, what he pulled out would be what he expected, pure and cold, with only blood stains left. the demon knife?

In the silent room, there was only the sound of eating candy, and from time to time the sound of icy iron cans hitting the ground.

Guiwu Tsuji Wumai was also curious about this strange habit, but he did not ask Roland. As a patient who was dying in a hospital bed until he was twenty years old, it was like understanding that he once had a healthy body and eternal life. the same desire.

In Roland's view, perhaps eating sugar is the easiest way to get sweetness. He uses his impulses as a carriage and happiness as the reins, and walks endlessly on the road ahead.

In the silent waiting, Kiwu Tsuji turned his head, the night outside the high-rise building had already lowered his own curtain, the dark clouds covered everything, and even the moonlight could not see through.

"It's time," Guiwu Tsuji looked at Roland and reminded, "It's a good day with dark moon and high wind, and it's the most suitable for funeral."

"Very good," Roland threw the last empty can and smashed it to the side. This time, it made a crisp sound—the cans beside him had been piled into a half-human-high hill.

Wiping off the sugar residue from his mouth, Roland tasted the sweet taste that covered everything in his mouth, and his appetite was widened. He already wanted to taste the joy that was better than these.

"I've also finished eating."