Legend of the Giants of the Imperial Palace

Shirou looked at the eagle and thought of a good idea.

"Speaking of which, I specially borrowed Hercules' arrows today. Tell me, if we surrender, and then stew this eagle as a gift that comes with the surrender, and add some hydra venom, the red Fang’s master is dead, isn’t it?”

"Oh—that makes sense!" Rider exclaimed, "You're so smart, assassin!"

Jun Ying always felt that something was wrong.

After all, isn't it about eating it?

This frightened Junying to quickly transform into a spirit body.

"Uh—Junying ran away first."

Shirou comforted: "It's okay, it's your mount, and it won't be too late to call it out and stew it."

Junying almost showed his figure again and wanted to call MMP, why did this bother you again?

Walking along the edge of the stream, forgetting the distance of the road.Suddenly there is a peach blossom forest, hundreds of steps across the bank, there are no miscellaneous trees in the middle, the grass is delicious, and the fallen flowers are colorful.Ah Fu is very different.

"Wow, this thing is so good, that, that, is it so beautiful?" Little stars appeared in rider's eyes, Shirou even wanted to sing a nursery rhyme, twinkling and twinkling stars, the sky is full of little stars.

He suddenly discovered that the rider's mount, Junying, became so stupid because his master was this kind of bird. Otherwise, how could he not be able to walk when he saw a beautiful female eagle?

"Rider, I found something when I was looking at the recipe on the plane."

"Huh?" The rider shrank back in fright, and looked at Shirou nervously, "You won't want to eat my Junying again, right? It's not allowed. Even if it's delicious!"

"Then what if it's a little bit more delicious than delicious?"

Rider remembered the breakfast Shirou made today, and couldn't help wiping his saliva: "That can still be considered... ahem, I can't think about it!"

Shirou curled his lips, he is not a deaf player, he can hear clearly, okay?

"Don't worry, I won't eat your handsome eagle anymore."

"That's good." Rider heaved a sigh of relief, but found that Shirou looked at him a little strangely, which made him feel ominous.

"There is another miraculous dish in eastern Guangdong, and it is very tonic. It should help relieve back pain." Shirou touched his chin.

"Ah?" Rider touched his waist, he was hit by Spartacus yesterday, and it still hurts a bit.But in this place in the east of Guangdong, Ah Fu is really a little scared. Could it be some strange dish again?

"That's Hu Jianren, first we need to simmer..."

"Wait, isn't this cannibalism? And there are no Chinese people here, right? It's even more unrealistic to arrest the Fujianese you mentioned?" Rider touched his conscience and said.

After all, I still want to eat a little.

"It doesn't matter. I read in the recipe that people in eastern Guangdong eat Hu Jianren just because the meat there is delicious. The conditions for delicious meat are easy to achieve. There is one in front of me."

Rider followed Shirou's eyes and saw himself.

Rider finally understood what Shirou's strange eyes meant, it was clearly that he was going to be boiled and eaten!

"Wait! Didn't you say that this dish helps my waist? I've been eaten, how can it help?"

"That's not what I said. I mean it's helpful to relieve your back pain. Think about it, I chopped off your waist, won't your waist stop hurting?"

"Please, don't eat me! Is it okay if I'm wrong?" Rider rubbed his nose and tears on Shirou's body.

"Get out of the way first."

"No, unless you don't eat me!"

"If you don't let me stew you now."

The rider was so frightened that he quickly moved away, like a primary school student being punished to stand.

"Shut up for me later, don't fall behind, understand?"

"understood!"

Rider's body is straight, and there is no problem with his waist at all.

With the shield on, Shirou finally figured out the rider's temper—it's completely childish, the kind of person who wants to do whatever he wants, combined with what the ruler said, the rider is a D-rank player whose rationality has evaporated, Shirou finally can repeat Straighten up the rider's temper, and I can cooperate with him a little bit.

In the past, he was unreliable and annoyed others, but now why are there people who are unreliable than him?

Only then did Shirou realize how tiring it is to mix with unreliable people, and also understand how frustrated those who meet him are.

After thinking about it, Shirou decided——

To be more unreliable can make yourself less tired.

The hanging garden is a bit big, Shirou walked so cautiously for almost an hour without reaching the end.

However, there is still plenty of time left for Shirou, the flying speed of the Hanging Garden is not too fast, and it will probably not be able to reach Tulifas until tomorrow night.

This means that Shirou has more than a full day to assassinate (Wusou).

Shirou looked through the binoculars and found a pavilion with a priest in black and hanging a cross.It must be Kotomine Shiro, one of the masters of Hong Fang.

"How are you going to assassinate?" Rider looked at Shirou curiously.

"Traceon!" Shirou projected a sniper rifle.

"Isn't this enough?" Shirou said confidently, "I don't believe that this can still resist my unparalleled assassination technique."

I, Shirou, a member of the Kyudo club, hit every shot.