A Master's Type Moon Event Book

Damn, what kind of fairy copywriting is this, I love it.

Li Xiang took a while to digest the plot.

[You were greatly moved after hearing the story of the great disciple, what choice should you make?Option 1: Of course, choose to forgive him.Option 2: It has nothing to do with me, so it's okay to type.Option 3: The lovers get married, help them escape the clock tower. 】

"Option 3."

Li Xiang nodded, and finally escaped from the Clock Tower after going through all kinds of hardships. When parting, the eldest disciple gave a holy relic.

[Congratulations to the master for obtaining the holy relic, and a servant will be randomly summoned. 】

A golden light flashed on the screen.

[Four-Star Helena Blavatsky: A nineteenth-century female mystic, the founder of Theosophy.Bringing prosperity to the world of magic, commonly known as Madame Blavatsky. 】

"Oh! Yes, please help me!"

Mustard's eyes lit up, and she excitedly clicked into the matching interface, "Your ID is also the name of the sub-system."

"Mount Abif."

"I applied, you agree."

[Player Poppy invited you to a matching battle, do you agree? 】

agree.

[Matching...successful, the random scene is: a pyramid in a sandstorm. 】

"Sister, what should I do?"

Entering the game, the line of sight is gray and the visibility is relatively low. You can only see four or five meters away.

"Let me check the lineup, oh! It's okay, three output, two defense, two support, very average, it's safe. What to do? Of course the support is to buff the output."

After finishing speaking, Mustard child controlled her servants, and the five-star Nero rushed forward.

"what?"

Li Xiang was dumbfounded, looking at Mustard Chick in the front.

What are you doing with one output?

Are you so cranky?

Sure enough, eight of the ten games were lost, and two of the winners were taken away by others.

"I understand."

Li Xiang had an epiphany, playing Helena's support with NP and attack would not be able to save this senior.

He switched to Romulus, activated his skills directly, rushed in front of Mustard Seed, and blocked her skills.

"Sister, don't worry, the other side is dodging, it's useless to put the treasure!"

"He is defending, you change to another person!"

"Hurry up, the treasure is here, run out of its range first!"

When he was a human shield, an assistant, and a commander, he won three games in a row.

Then he resolutely rejected the invitation to come again, slumped on the chair, waved his hands, and said, "I can't do it, senior sister, let's stop here today."

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"It's only thirteen, isn't it enough?"

Mustard Chiko's interest was interrupted, she raised her eyebrows, looked at Li Xiang, and said, "As expected of a fragile human being."

Hearing this, Li Xiang glanced at her.

Hey, hey, do you have a sense of secrecy?

If you say something easily that will reveal your identity, your tactical level needs to be improved.

Thinking of the reckless batch of operations in the game just now, he sighed, not physically tired, but mentally tired.

"But you're pretty good at playing games, kid."

It was rare for Mustard Seed to win so many hands, and he was in a good mood. He put his phone on the table and took out a thick book from the file tray.

"You read the introduction of the Guardian Heroic Spirit Summoning System first, and then take you to observe it on the spot in a few days. You will be familiar with this summoning system in a short time. But you are a master candidate, and you don't need to actually operate these things. At most Just talk to Alves if you have a good idea."

Then, he glanced at the busy staff outside again, "I really don't know how long this Chaldea can last."

There is a little pity in the words.

The reason why she agreed to the Lord Animsfia as a master candidate was just to summon someone.

Li Xiang hesitated to speak, got up and turned off the phone, and took the manual.

In detail, it is the same as the Oxford dictionary.

Dense English.

While he was reading the instruction manual, the mustard child next to him continued to play the game, and every ten minutes or so, he would hear extremely irritable speeches.

After three hours, Kabanko finally gave up struggling.