I, A Soldier in the Field, A Ghost in the Smoke!

——Tosaka Mansion

The firearm in his hand is still the familiar 12g shotgun, and his favorite m1911 pistol is pinned to his waist. Although he is reluctant to admit it, he is indeed resurrected again.

"I don't know if that Lancer died?" Chen Yan whispered, his explosives would have such a powerful force, even Chen Yan himself didn't expect it, but he could guess the reason with a little guess.

"It must be because of the so-called'magic power'..."

No matter if the body suddenly becomes very light and the power of the weapon rises sharply, it should be related to Miss Tosaka, right?

At this time, Rin Tosaka hadn’t arrived home. Of course, Chen Yan couldn’t let his master be alone. He had already seen the powerful force of the so-called "servant". If Miss Tosaka encountered other combinations outside, she must Will it be so bad, right?

He has a certain connection with Rin Tosaka. This connection is a channel established through magic, so he can clearly sense Rin Tosaka's location.

On the way to Tosaka Rin, Chen Yan felt fortunate for his initial sneak attack. The rider who was severely injured by himself must be very powerful, right?Fortunately, he was successfully attacked.

In the church on the other side, Yanfeng Qili half kneeled before the triumphant Cuchulin.

At this time, Cú Chulainn had long lost his prestige. Not only was his clothes torn by explosives, he even had a large black ash on his face, and his blue hair was burned by the explosion flames. A lot of anxious, the whole person looked quite embarrassed.

He opened his only okay eye, regardless of the blood constantly flowing from the other eye, and said to himself, "Ha...ha, I didn't expect to survive..."

Thinking of the explosion a few seconds ago, Kuchurin still had a lingering fear.

Yanfeng Qili was sitting on the wooden chair by the side with an inexplicable smile on her face.

"Did you lose a magic spell? Oh, the impact is not great."

That’s right, if it hadn’t been for Yanfeng Qili at that time to pull Cuchulin from the explosion back to the church with a spell, then Cuchulin might have been brought into the Holy Grail by Chen Yan’s “Glory Bullet” and became the Holy Grail Nourishment is not necessarily.

But fortunately, Cú Chulainn did not die. Although the injuries were a little serious, he was at least alive.

"Lancer, we did not lose money in this operation."

"That... of course! After all, the archer guy tried to die with me. Although he didn't succeed, I recognized his courage!" The seriously injured Kuchulin praised without hesitation.

"Oh?" Yanfeng Qili smiled and stood up, her eyes full of fun looking at Cuchulin, "Lancer, do you really think Archer is dead?"

"What do you mean? I personally watched Archer being torn into pieces by his treasure. He can't be alive." Lancer shook his head, obviously he felt that the powerful brown cylinder was Chen Yan's treasure.

"Not really."

"what?!"

"I said, Archer is not dead." Yanfeng Qili's smile disappeared instantly, and said coldly, "He is still alive, because the Holy Grail did not get the magic power that belongs to Archer."

Chapter 10: At the time of war, promises are worthless

"Then why haven't I lost money? Uncle, I almost died!!" Cuchurin wrote the unhappiness on his face, the flesh on it turned into a ball, and a lot of black dust was scattered on the ground.

"Because we know that the archer has a means of resurrection, and knowing this important information, don't we still earn it?" Yanfeng Qili said with her hands behind her back, while pacing, "Lancer, the archer did not die. Only we know what happened now. The rest of the people must have got the conclusion that the archer tried to die with you, but failed. Think about it, what will happen if the information is incorrect when the information is incorrect? Ha ha..."

Cuchurin thought of the rider injured by Chen Yan and the blue-haired boy, and suddenly grinned.

"That's really bad luck for them."

"Isn't that right? Lancer, you first recover from your injury, and then you will be ready to fight."

After Yanfeng Qili said, Cu Chulin turned into a little golden light and disappeared in place. Suddenly he was left alone in the huge church.

In the dark environment, even the moonlight was blocked by the dark clouds in the sky. The tall Yanfeng Qili looked at the drizzle outside the window and slowly said:

"Rin, you really are different from your father! Humph..."

Today’s things are a bit quiet and noisy. If you want to suppress it forcibly, it would be a foolish dream, but Yanfeng Kiri had no intention of suppressing it. Anyway, there will definitely be a natural gas pipeline under the school, and just push it to them at the end. It doesn't matter who gets a headache.

Needless to say, the battle tonight must have been monitored by all the masters. If they weren't aware of such a dynamic battle, they wouldn't deserve to participate in the Holy Grail War.

Many masters seemed very nervous. After all, the Holy Grail War hadn't really started, and one person had already been cut. This kind of urgent atmosphere made many people feel anxious.

Only a blue-haired youth who was lucky enough to survive holding the book of hypocrites his grandfather gave him, gradually revealed a perverted smile...

Then he pulled the gauze-wrapped mouth, and yelled with pain, the more painful he screamed.

Rin Tosaka!I said that we would wait and see, I will give you back ten times all the things you gave me!

The thought of the archer who made him look like this was dead, Shinji Matsuki felt refreshed.

The jealous and twisted heart became more serious under the rush of time, and I don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing.

…………

Tosaka Rin was already not far from home, and Chen Yan didn't run long before he ran into Tosaka Rin who was depressed for some reason.

The black smooth hair tips were drenched in the drizzle, gleaming golden light under the illumination of the street lamp, the willow eyebrows twisted into a curved arc, and the loss in his eyes was self-evident.

"Archer?" Feeling Chen Yan's Rin Tosaka suddenly raised his head, his wet eyelashes trembled slightly, his cherry lips opened slightly, and he whispered.

Because of the sudden increase in rain, it was only Chen Yan who just came out of the western-style building. His hair was also covered with rain, and his pale yellow cloak turned dark due to moisture.

Chen Yan's eyes were squinted by the slapping of the rain, but this didn't stop him from saying what he wanted to say.

"Miss Tosaka... I'll take you back. It's easy to catch a cold and fever if you get caught in the rain."

"..." Lin didn't speak, but stared at Chen Yan's eyes blankly.

"Archer...I must be very useless, am I?" As if to laugh at himself, his ginger hair shook slightly with his pretty body, "Leaving you to run away, and finally let you commit suicide... As expected, as Tosaka My daughter, I haven't reached the standard yet..."

Chen Yan frowned, and persuaded: "Miss Tosaka, it's okay, I'm used to it..."

I thought that this would cheer Rin up, but Rin Tosaka was even more disappointed. This made Chen Yan, who had never been able to comfort people, a little confused.

After spending so many years on the battlefield with only a group of men, he still remembers how to comfort people. He only remembers that when his younger sister cried because of wrestling when he was a child, he used his sister’s favorite “old popsicle” to coax My sister is happy.

But the person in front of him is not his sister, but another 16 or 17-year-old girl. Could he still go to the supermarket to buy a popsicle to make this girl happy?

After thinking about it, Chen Yan seemed to have thought of something. He stretched out his hand in his pocket and took out a square object the size of a fingernail, and wrapped it with a piece of yellowed oily paper.

Under the rain, Chen Yan carefully tore the oily paper on it with his callous hands, revealing its original appearance.

It was a piece of maltose, but I don't know how long Chen Yan had pretended to be. The maltose had already shown some signs of melting and began to show a tendency to deform.

With a trace of perseverance, Chen Yan gently put this piece of maltose into Lin's mouth, with a cheerful smile on his face, and said with a smile: "This is the trophy I seized from an enemy! The sweet candy is here. When you are unhappy, eating it will make you happy."

There is still a small amount of white flour on the maltose, but it has been drenched by heavy rain, and the pure white on it is no longer visible.

The crystal rain water swept across her dignified face, merged into a silver thread from her delicate chin, and slowly fell to the ground.

A small amount of saliva is mixed with maltose, and a slight sweetness fills the dignified mouth.