I, Tokisaki Kurumi, a Wanderer

If nothing else, the Assassin that the old worm could summon was just one of the Eighteen Hassans.

Medea held the wand in her hand, and chanted the oracle that did not belong to this era.

The wind stirred the girl's colorful hair, and she stared at the huge temple in front of her.

Ferocious, filthy, full of disgust, with a corrupt smell that disgusted her.

"It's not some profound "temple". " Medea explained to Moyusan, and the two of them got closer to the abnormal bloody flower that surrounded the mountains.

She always felt that she should have seen that kind of thin petals somewhere, a little like a poppy.

"It's just piled up with a lot of magic power, and it doesn't even have an application. It's just a bluff."

"Is that so?" Mo Yusan still felt that something was wrong.

That old fellow Matou Zouken doesn't know how to do such labor-intensive things.

And...that rotten guy, how could he deliberately carve the temple into the shape of a flower?

But Moyusan didn't care.

All that was left was Assassin's employment agency, and he couldn't find anything.

If you have the ability to bring Mr. Wang Ha down, before they discussed ringing the bell and ringing the bell, it must be the old bug's own head that flew up first.

It's right to be reckless, how can you lose with a godly outfit?

Walking all the way to the foot of Mount Enzang, Medea put her hand on the edge of the scarlet barrier.

The barrier broke open like flowing water, and she looked at Mo Yusan with a little complacency, her chin slightly raised.

As a witch from the Age of Gods, she has almost the highest level of strength as a magician.

"Medea is amazing~~" Mo Yusan squeezed Medea's palm, the girl squinted her eyes and showed a cute expression.

Following the mountain gate, the two headed towards Liudong Temple.

The mountain forest was full of eerie and quiet atmosphere, without the slightest sound of insects, but Mo Yusan felt the creepy feeling of his scalp bursting.

She actually hates bugs.

The decayed and dilapidated wooden gate of Liudong Temple is right in front of you, the thick magic power is almost visible to the naked eye, and everything in sight is covered with thick blood.

Kicking it up, Moyu San shouted.

"Open the door and read the gas readings."

Chapter 34 I...I'm just greedy for her body, hissing

Under the drowsy red light, a man with a cane stood in front of the dilapidated temple of Liudong Temple.

He turned around slowly and looked at the girls who broke through the door.

A short old man, his bald head and limbs were shriveled like a mummy, and his dark gray kimono had an unpleasant smell of decay.

He is Zouken Matou, a living monster.

In order to decorate this temple, he has not hunted new flesh for a long time.

Matou Zouken grinned twistedly at the corners of his mouth, revealing a weird smile.The sunken eye sockets are still radiant, he said in a dead voice.

"I thought it was a distinguished guest from some family, but it turned out to be the two little girls from the Tohsaka family?"

The crutch was stuck on the ground, and there was a faint rustling sound from under the ground, which made Medea tightly hug Mo Yusan's arm.

To be honest, even Moyusan herself was taken aback by this old and immortal thing, but seeing Medea who was panicking beside her, she still insisted on putting on a fearless posture.

"I didn't expect... Even the self-respecting and elegant Tohsaka family started to play this kind of trick?" Matou Zouken stared at Moyusan and Medea with a weird chuckle.

Medea, who is an orthodox Caster, doesn't say that the girl next to her doesn't look like a normal follower no matter what.

Mo Yusan didn't speak, but reached into the shadow and drew out the short gun.

There's nothing to talk about with this kind of old guy, and she doesn't want to whitewash this guy.

Even if he was a guy with great ambitions in the past, but now, that ideal has long been worn away.Just based on what this guy might do to Sakura, Mo Yusan could tear him to pieces.

What's more... for such a cunning fox, talking is an opportunity for him to find flaws.

His cruel gaze sized up the girls, his eyes didn't flow on the girls' moving curves, but only stared at Mo Yusan's fresh heart.

Matou Zouken, who has already lost his identity as a "human being", can't even arouse lustful thoughts.

He was just thinking about how long he could last and what he could summon if he used the servant's body as a raw material.

"Young junior." Jiantong Zouyan frowned and smiled, his eyes seemed to be looking at the person behind Mo Yusan.

He put his hands on the crutches as if teaching a junior. "Didn't your father tell you never to despise any magician's hole cards, and never break into other magicians' workshops without authorization?"

"Just a mere follower."

Moyusan understood, he was teaching Rin a lesson.

Looking at the menacing old man who was foaming from the corner of his mouth, Mo Yusan looked at him with pity.

That's pathetic, bloodsucker.

Without Sakura, there would be no one to talk to.