Legend of the Giants of the Imperial Palace

"Don't move around. Yesterday you were so frightened that you jumped to the corner of the wall. Not to mention the injury, you were so tired that you fainted. You fainted after jumping twice. Your body is really..." Shirou recalled the scene yesterday, Can't help complaining.

"Assassin, you are shirking responsibility. It is clear that you scared her enough yesterday." Joan of Arc glared at Shilang.

"All right, all right, my fault." Shirou raised his hands, signaling surrender, "Everything is my assassin's fault."

Joan looked at Shirou who was starting to feel awkward: "Cut, you are stingy. Didn't I just say a few words to you?"

Then she hugged the shivering android girl and began to comfort her.

"Don't be afraid, although he looks a bit fierce, he is a good man."

Shirou curled his lips when he got the good person card: "No, no, I am the enemy of the partners of justice. How can I be a good person? I am clearly a villain."

"Hey!" Joan's eyes became sharper, piercing Shirou's line of defense.

Shirou waved his hand and looked at his watch.

"Okay, okay, no kidding. I have something to do."

"Oh? Assassin, what do you need to do?"

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"So, you already have a plan, Assassin?"

Vlad III shook the wine glass, and the purple wine swayed accordingly.

"Would you like a drink?" Vlad III signaled Danik to bring Shirou a glass of wine.

But Shirou always had trouble looking at the wine glass.He doesn't even like drinking.From Shirou's point of view, alcohol is useless when it comes to the world, except to paralyze people's brains and sell it for money.

I have no idea why so many people like to drink alcohol.

"That's right." Shirou nodded, and let's talk about things first, "Although our black side has many powerful servants, such as you, archer, and saber, the overall quality of our side is actually not as good as the other side's."

Vlad III couldn't help but nodded.

From the current point of view, the followers of the red side are absolutely terrifyingly strong.

Gilgamesh is the strongest character in human history, and her king's treasury can be called an army in this melee.

Lancer Karna is also an existence comparable to Gilgamesh.

Rider, Achilles, according to Hercules, must have divinity or divine weapons to be able to injure.Among the four known servants, only the opponent's archer is considered weaker.

"Then Assassin, please clarify your plan."

"I'm going to sneak attack on the Master, or at least I have to find out the situation of their Master. Among the seven Masters, there are always a few weaker ones that I can assassinate, and my own actions can also tear them apart. Front, take this opportunity, maybe you can find a single follower or master."

"Very good." Vlad III nodded in satisfaction, "If I had met you back then, instead of Muhammad II, maybe—well, go on, do you need any help from me?"

"No, I have borrowed Hercules' sword from him."

"Oh? Why?"

"This is to prevent running into the rider. If I don't wear the sword of Hercules, I can't hurt the rider."

"Your consideration is really thorough." Vlad III admired, "Has your master been chosen yet?"

"The choice is made. It is the people in the castle of the Thousand Boundary Tree."

After waiting for a while, Vlad III did not wait for the follow-up answer he wanted.

He smiled.

"Aren't you willing to tell me the name of the master? You are so cautious. Anyway, you will not betray us, and you can decide whatever you want. So, for victory, let's celebrate with a cup?"

Shirou raised his glass in confusion.

He also tried the taste of this wine, and drank it once with Mr. Lei Hua.

But they're all pretty nasty.

In his opinion, it's not as good as Coke.

"Can't you violate the doctrine?" Vlad III put down his cup with some regrets, "Then I will give you a blessing. May the Lord bless you."

"Thank you."

Shirou wiped away the sweat that didn't exist.

The opponent's brain power is really strong.

…………

No useful information can be observed from the windows.

The priest who was supposed to be in the church does not seem to be in the vestibule.

Pushing open the door quietly, Shirou pretended to be an ordinary believer.

"Excuse me, is anyone here?"

A priest whom Shirou didn't know came out.

"Hello."

"I'm here to find Father Yanfeng, may I ask where he went?"