In This Future World Full of Heroic Spirits

There was a lot of fighting in the city of Rome, and even the north had heard about it. That Caligula almost couldn't help but go back to Rome, and was going to teach those little thieves who didn't open their eyes.

"Yes, I also grabbed a loot by the way, let's take a look."

Yan Fengli beckoned, took his son back to the church, pressed the switch, and a downward staircase appeared in the confession room.

This secret room may have been built hundreds of years ago. The smooth rock wall was covered with moss, and the moist water was constantly dripping. With the light of the flashlight, the two walked forward for a few minutes and stopped in front of the cell at the end.

In addition to the guards, some young and beautiful nurses came in and out. The trays in their hands were full of blood-stained bandages. When they saw Yan Fengli coming in, they drew a cross on their chests and lowered their heads:

"Good afternoon, Bishop Yanfeng."

Lizheng has a high status in the church, after all, it has been more than ten years since he awakened as a half-heroic spirit.

"Good afternoon, my children."

To these orphans adopted by the church since childhood, the old man bowed politely, but Kirei Kaito was not so polite. After nodding his head in greeting, he walked to the window in two or three steps, staring directly at the man lying on it.

If it wasn't for the rising and falling of his chest, Kirei might have thought he was dead. From his chest to his abdomen, several huge wounds were bleeding out.But the man's miserable state is not what attracts him, but...

A calling from the depths of the soul.

"This is the survivor of that night, and his name is Emiya Kiritsugu." Just when Kirei was stupefied, Rizheng walked over. As one of the heads of the intelligence department, Kiritsugu's identity is not a secret, so he explained :

"As a half-heroic spirit, this man's strength is considered very strong, and he can actually compete with the heroic spirit in Assassin."

"So, you want to instigate him?"

"Hahaha, how is it possible, as God's agent on the earth, you can't accept a wild dog." Lizheng laughed loudly, "He's still useful, and it won't be too late to kill him after he's drained of his use value."

"I see." Kotomine Kirei took a deep look at the man, even if he thought it was unusual, he would not do anything, his heart was ashamed, that's all.

He didn't want to ask about the plan, and he had no interest in assassinating the tyrant, but his father had already regarded him as a saint and the core force of future Christianity, so he said to the depths of the dungeon:

"Your Excellencies of Assassin, please come out."

The voice echoed in the dungeon. Not long after, the cursed wrist brought two heroic spirits out. The two looked at each other for two seconds, and turned their gazes to each other's right hands.

On that right hand, rings of different colors were shining with inexplicable brilliance.

After a glance, the heads of Curse Arm and Kotomine Kirei lifted up at the same time, Curse Arm's eyes were full of shock and bewilderment, while the eyes of the half-Heroic Priest.....still indifferent!

Two days later, in the palace.

Nero, who had finally pulled himself together to deal with state affairs, was flipping through the incoming information one by one. State affairs were boring, much more boring than enjoying an opera. The tyrant yawned big and lay on the soft bed.

"Nero, it's not okay to be hot for three minutes." The god who was reading manga and eating senbei looked up.

This guy was still nervous a few days ago, for fear that some enemy would come to destroy Rome, but after a while, he returned to his original state.

"It's really boring. The Northern Devil's Cave has calmed down again, and even Assassin doesn't know where to hide." Nero, who hated the calm, stood up and took a few steps back and forth.

"I want to play with Rosen, but I don't have much inspiration recently, and I even stopped writing operas."

"That man seems to be tracking down Assassin's affairs." Cloris thought of Rosen, showing a sly smile: "Seeing that what he said is so mysterious, but there is a big gap with the information he got, could it be I lied to you."

The investigation results of various intelligence agencies in Rome are quite different from Rosen's guess. Anyway, the country is peaceful, the people are harmonious and friendly, and they are driving on the road of happiness.

"Impossible, Yu's vision is the most accurate in the world!"

With Nero's hands on her hips, she didn't believe that Rosen would lie to her, and she was trying to find some reasons to convince herself, but at this moment, a handsome valet walked in.

"Your Majesty, Director Kotomine of the Augustus Agency urgently seeks an audience!"

"Yanfeng Rizheng?" Nero recalled it for a few seconds before he remembered this half-heroic spirit who was usually very kind. He sat back on the sofa and waved:

"Let him in~~"

Soon, an old man with a kind smile on his face came in and bowed a few meters in front of the tyrant.

"His Majesty."

"Let's talk quickly if you have anything to do, I still have a lot of things to do!" Nero didn't like these idiots from the intelligence department.

"Yes, our agency has made a major breakthrough in tracking down Assassin. The guards were attacked because of traitors."

"Hmm! Yu has already thought of it!" Nero glanced at Cloris proudly, then turned his head and asked, "Is this traitor from an intelligence agency or a government department?"

Yan Fengli looked at the tyrant inexplicably, took a deep breath, and said with a serious face: "Neither of them, but the half-heroic spirit of Rome just now—"

"Rosen!"

PS: Recently, the old problem of eye swelling and pain has happened again, which seriously interferes with my codeword status. If there is something wrong, please forgive me.

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A big red car was speeding past the streets of Rome. It was midnight, and there were not many people on the street at all, so the emperor's car did not cause any commotion.

The blond-haired girl sat in the back row with her hands crossed over her chest, her right foot kept shaking, her eyebrows were furrowed as if she had heard some disturbing news.

She still clearly remembered her shocked expression when Yan Fengli said who was the one who wiped out the guards.

Rosen!It was Rosen who killed the guards!And the intelligence agencies are not framing, they have decisive evidence in their hands——

Emiya Kiritsugu, the sole survivor of that massacre.

As evidenced by the fluctuation of magic power, this Emiya Kiritsugu was not pretending. Nero was at a loss, she couldn't figure out how things would develop to this point.

On one side is the man he valued, and on the other side is the intelligence agency that has the evidence. Under the collision of emotion and reason, Nero finally chose to confirm it himself.