Legend of the Giants of the Imperial Palace

"Then what kind of follower do you want?"

Shirou asked.

Shen Er suddenly jumped up: "Weimiya, it's you! Come on, recommend me a servant who is more suitable for me."

"I'm not Emiya, I'm servant, saber, Senko Muramasa!" Shirou replied with a confident face.

"Really?" Shinji looked at Shirou.

Could it be that in Servant, there is really someone who looks exactly the same as Emiya, but is still Saber?

"Then, Saber, help me, tell me which servant is right for me!"

Shirou breathed a sigh of relief.

Shinji is still a fool.Compared to Sakura, she is simply a child with a simple mind.

Shirou said softly: "First of all, you definitely need a loyal servant. If you can't call out, you will be cut off."

"Well, you're right. I'm just worried that the rider will kill me before he even makes a move on anyone else."

"Secondly, strength is definitely needed. Although this Holy Grail War does not require high strength, it must be there."

"It makes sense, Saber, you really understand my thoughts too well!"

Shirou wiped his sweat silently.

Nonsense, can I not understand you?As your only friend, I know how to fool you with random nonsense.

"What about the third one?" Shinji looked at Shirou expectantly.

"The servant you need, of course, must have amazing endurance and perseverance. In fact, I only think of one such servant."

Shirou projected a gaebolg.

The red gun is a bit gorgeous, in Shen Er's eyes, even the pattern is stained with blood, it is the breath of a strong man!

"Take this as a holy relic and summon it. This servant is definitely suitable for you!" Shirou patted Shinji on the shoulder.

Shinji looked at Shirou with emotion: "Thank you so much, Saber! But, why do I feel the death star shining on my head?"

"It's all an illusion." Shirou gave a thumbs up, "Believe in yourself, and Lancer, you can do it."

"Understood, I will work hard with Lancer!"

Kotomine Kirei couldn't help showing a happy smile.

That's right, it turns out that this Holy Grail War lacks a servant.As expected of Emiya Shirou, the man who inherited Emiya Kiritsugu's ideals.

Even in doing things, it is so in line with my own wishes.

This Holy Grail War seems to be interesting.

Chapter 13 Kiritsugu, you plot against me!

"Kiritsugu, do you want to try the mapo tofu I made by myself?" Irisviel brought out a lump of black stuff, and it was as sticky as jelly. Dense small holes exude steaming heat.

Sierra and Lizlit stood aside, motionless.

"Well, Sera, why don't you try the mapo tofu made by Ai Li first." Kiritsugu stretched out his chopsticks, but retracted them awkwardly, put his hands on his trouser legs, his eyes were full of prayers.

"Master, since Madam made it specially for you, please eat it first." Sera said solemnly, as if this mapo tofu was a treasure made by Alice Feier with countless painstaking efforts.

——Although there is nothing wrong with saying that.

Lizlit, who was usually very dazed, continued to maintain a dazed appearance, without saying a word.Don't eat tofu in a muffled voice, this is the loudest thing.

"Ah lah. Kiritsugu doesn't want to eat the mapo tofu I made. Obviously, I added imported chili peppers and chili oil to it according to Kiritsugu's taste. I don't want to cook for a long time. I picked up the kitchen knife..."

Kiritsugu grunted and swallowed.

Chaotianjiao... This is to murder her husband.

No, if the addition of chili peppers is done well, it will not constitute murder, but the amount of chili peppers added seems to be too much, and the tofu is also made of some strange way, the entire appearance has become charcoal black, and there are dense small hole.With all due respect, this kind of scene was only seen when he added concentrated sulfuric acid to glucose when he learned about alchemy.

An unbearable stench filled the nostrils, and even the air was about to be assimilated by black charcoal.A piece of 'tofu' - if this thing can be regarded as a variety of tofu, it slipped from the pot of tofu onto the spicy oil, and the spicy oil splashed out and dripped on the back of Kiritsugu's hand.

The heat on the skin penetrated into the nerves, as if they were about to be burned.His brain was shaken, and Kiritsugu looked at another location where the spicy oil was dripping.

The wooden table is already black!

Can't eat it, can't eat it, can't eat it!

As Kiritsugu with the full level of survival skills in the wild, he can still distinguish what can be eaten and what cannot be eaten.This thing can't be eaten even if the head is removed.

"Speaking of which, where did Shirou and Illya go? It was a pity that I told the chef next time that they couldn't taste the delicious food I cooked."

Kiritsugu couldn't help feeling sorry for Illya.

It was not easy for everyone to be reunited, and they all came back, but they had to suffer such torture again.

No, even if Shirou Emiya finished eating this plate of mapo tofu, Illya would definitely not be able to eat a drop of spicy oil from this plate of mapo tofu!

"That's right, Illya seems to have gone out to eat with her classmates, but Shirou seems to be planning to come back, so I'll go find him now."

As soon as Kiritsugu finished speaking, he rushed out the door, the sound of footsteps was very hasty.

"Ah, Kiritsugu wants Shirou to taste my delicacies too? Hehe, hehe—" Airi showed a friendly smile.