I, Wang Ha, the Assassin of Three Red Warriors

"At least, I don't need to force myself to do something against my will in the future, such as the failed operation that just ended."

Arturia closed her eyes and sighed in her heart, she would never shoot at the old, young, women and children who have no ability to attack and resist, this is one of the principles she has always adhered to.

But immediately afterwards, the knight girl felt a little overwhelmed and confused, which was the confusion about where the Holy Grail War was going to go next.

Without the master's offering, Artoria can only stay in this world for two or three hours even with her remaining magic power, let alone fight other powerful enemies.

"So, have I lost this Holy Grail War?"

Artoria muttered to herself, with a little disappointment in her cold voice.

"No, Saber. We haven't lost yet. In this war, we will definitely win the final victory."

Irisviel was sobbing intermittently, holding Emiya Kiritsugu's right hand with two remaining Command Seals in both hands, and looked up at Artoria.

"Saber, are you willing to make a contract with me and truly become my knight?"

Artoria's holy blue eyes stared at the resolute Irisviel for less than two seconds, then she knelt down on one knee, clasped her right hand on the breastplate and made a soft sound.

"Of course I will, Irisviel. I swear by the holy sword in my hand, Arturia Pendragon, that I will accompany you to the end, and I will take back the Holy Grail for you!"

Irisviel began to use magic to transfer the Command Seal to the back of her hand, and showed a somewhat poignant smile.

"Yes, whether it's Kiritsugu's ideal or Saber's wish, we will definitely realize it!"

At the Wharf of Weiyuanchuan, the Old Man of the Mountain found Mei Li who had been hiding in the dark after killing the sea monster and ending Caster, and the two left quickly together.

However, Iskandar and Diarmuid did not leave directly, while Weber stood on the spot with his fists clenched tightly, frowning as if weighing something.

"Looks like tonight is over. I didn't expect that the first one to leave would be Caster, who hasn't shown much."

Diarmuid looked at the still frozen sea and sighed, then turned his gaze to Iskandar.

"Farewell, King of Conquerors. My lord is still waiting for me to return to my command, so I can't stay here any longer."

Iskandar raised his hand and waved, and said to Diarmuid with the same boldness and jumpiness as before:

"Goodbye, knights of the Fiona Knights. Are you really thinking about coming under my command? The treatment is negotiable."

As he spoke, Iskandar pinched the thumb, index finger and middle finger of his right hand together and rubbed them together, looking very philistine.

"King of Conquerors, there must be a limit to joking around. The loyalty of a knight cannot be questioned."

Diarmui shook the spear in his hand, and expressed his attitude in a stern voice.

Just when Iskandar had just said goodbye to Diarmuid, Weber, who had been timid all the time, took a step uncharacteristically and called Diarmuid loudly.

"Wait, Lancer. I have something I want you to bring to Mentor Kenneth."

Diarmuid's body that had just turned around turned back again, and his sharp eyes looked at Weber, who was trying his best to maintain his composure even though his body was trembling.

"Oh? I don't mind. Master of the King of Conquest, please speak."

Iskandar stroked his beard and glanced at Weber, and instantly guessed what his little master wanted to do, but he didn't say anything to stop him.

Wei Bo opened his mouth hesitantly, and it took about half a minute to straighten out what he wanted to say.

"Please tell Mr. Kenneth, Lancer, that so far, there are too many powerful enemies in this Holy Grail War."

"So if he is willing to temporarily form an alliance with us to deal with other people together, then tomorrow day Weber Velvet will personally come to visit and negotiate."

"If the opinions of the two parties can finally reach an agreement, I am willing to sign the 'self-mandatory certificate'!"

Chapter 37 Kenneth, this is your forgiveness

Late at night, the presidential suite on the top floor of the Fuyuki Hotel.

Kenneth was sitting on the sofa in the living room, flipping through the books borrowed from the library during the day, while his fiancée Sola was sitting opposite him with a glass of red wine bored.

Although Sola has red hair that looks like a burning fire, it gives the impression of an unusually cold and snowy beauty.

She seemed to be slightly younger than Kenneth, probably only 20 years old.

Sola is the daughter of the Sophialie family who served as the head of the spiritual department in the Clock Tower, but she did not inherit the magic seal because she was not a legitimate son.

Sora's fate is determined by her birth. She grew up under the strict education of her family, with the goal of growing into an outstanding woman and being treated as a victim of political marriage.

Sora doesn't like this kind of fate. She has imagined countless times that she can get rid of her fate, but she has no choice but to face the cruel reality.

Slightly shaking the wine glass in his hand, Sola woke up from his stupor, and his eyes fell on the man who had just become his fiancé under the arrangement of the family not long ago——Kenneth El-Mello Its Polud.

To be honest, apart from the fact that Kenneth is not his type, Sola has no other dissatisfaction with this political marriage.

The young Kenneth is not only a genius magician who is well-known throughout the clock tower, but also serves as the monarch of the ore department and the first-level lecturer of the spirit department, and is the current head of the Archibald family.

Young and rich, diamond king and fifth child, probably means a young and promising successful person like Kenneth.

But Sola thinks that she is not the kind of vulgar woman who believes in money worship. The eldest lady who grew up in a boudoir yearns for more romance and flirtatiousness, and these things are obviously not the nerdy Kenneth. that can be given.

Although this guy who has been doing magic research in the laboratory all day long is also very concerned about Sola, how could Kenneth, who has been single for as long as his age, grasp Sola's heart all of a sudden.

Originally, Sola was about to give up, and he planned to live a life of a noble lady with no worries about food and clothing for the rest of his life.

But Diarmuid Audina, who followed the Holy Grail's call, revived her already dead mind.

Sola thought that the holy relic that Kenneth had prepared before was stolen, and then he summoned a knight like Diarmuid with the newly obtained holy relic in a hurry, it was simply God's will.

Knights and princesses, knights and young ladies, this has represented romance in the West since ancient times, representing epic love.

In Sola's heart, yearning and expectation for freedom once again rose.

Although Diarmuid always avoided contact with her intentionally or unintentionally, and even turned a deaf ear to what she said, Sola still never gave up the idea of ​​approaching this handsome knight.

"What's the matter? My dear. Do you feel a little bored?"

Kenneth, who was burying his head in searching for the information about Hassan in the past, seemed to feel Sola's gaze, and raised his head to look at his fiancée with a smile on his face.

"This is the bad thing about the small places in the Far East. There is nothing to pass the boring time. Otherwise, let the waiter bring a midnight snack. I just happen to be a little hungry."

Sola tilted his head slightly to avoid Kenneth's gaze, put the wine glass on the coffee table, and sighed.

"I'm not hungry. If you want to eat, you can order one yourself. By the way, why hasn't Lancer come back yet? Could it be that he's in some danger?"

Hearing Sola's refusal, Kenneth looked as usual and was not dissatisfied. He picked up the landline on the coffee table and called the hotel front desk, explaining to Sola:

"Don't worry. I just sent Lancer to find out what happened to the sudden magic power fluctuation. If he sees that the situation is not right, he will definitely choose to retreat."

"Hmph! Actually, I think you, as the master, should go with you, instead of sitting here alone and lazily."

Sola glanced at Kenneth rather dissatisfied, feeling that no matter how he looked at this guy, he didn't like it.

"That's true, but isn't it that I want to find out the legends about other servants as soon as possible and find a way to deal with them? How can I say I'm being lazy?"

Kenneth seemed to sense the gunpowder in Sola's tone, but out of love for his fiancée, he didn't care about her.

"The respected Master Kenneth, the clock tower magic genius, can you tell the little girl what you have gained all day? Let me open your eyes."

Kenneth was a little speechless by Sola's words. It is an indisputable fact that his efforts today have achieved nothing.

Like other King Arthur, King Conqueror, or that ancient hero king, Kenneth has a good understanding of the legends of these great men and heroes even if he doesn't look up relevant information.

However, everything changed when he came to the Old Man of the Mountain, because no matter how many books Kenneth searched, he never found any records about the other party.

There are records of the eighteen Hassans in the past, including the last record about the fanatics, but there is no so-called first generation.

If Kenneth hadn't witnessed the process of the hundred-faced Hassan bowing to the man of the mountain, he would have suspected that the other party had falsely declared his identity.

"Honey, please give me some more time, I will definitely gain something."

Kenneth promised confidently, but what he got in return was a sarcastic sarcasm from Sola.

"Really? I think that instead of continuing to waste time like this, you should find out and kill the jumping clown who sneaked up on you last time as soon as possible, otherwise even if you return to the clock tower, you will lose face."

Kenneth clenched his fists suddenly when he heard the words, and frowned, obviously being stimulated by these words to his self-esteem.

At this moment, accompanied by a slight wave of magic power, Diarmuid, who had just rushed back from Yuanchuan, released his spirit body and appeared in reality.

The appearance of Diarmuid stopped Sora, who just wanted to continue to speak out to stimulate Kenneth, and Kenneth temporarily suppressed the anger in his heart and looked at his followers.

The knight with two guns took two steps forward, knelt down in front of Kenneth, and placed the red and yellow guns on the carpet.

"My lord, I'm back, and the matter about the previous huge fluctuation of magic power has been found out."

After listening to Diarmuid's detailed report, Kenneth nodded clearly, and tapped the armrest of the wooden chair with his fingers.

"I didn't expect that Caster would be the first to leave the stage, and Saber suddenly disappeared in the middle. It seems that the Einzbern family took advantage of the opportunity and did some tricks."

"By the way, master. Rider's master, Weber Velvet, please bring you a word."

Kenneth showed a bit of surprise when he heard the words, and then showed a little anger, and sneered.

"Huh? Is Weber that guy who doesn't know what to do? Well, I want to hear what kind of self-righteous remarks he wants to say."

Next, Diarmuid repeated Weber's words exactly, making Kenneth think silently, without the previous contempt.

Kenneth straightened out the information he had obtained so far in his heart. Although he didn't want to admit it, his group was indeed the weakest one among the remaining groups.

There are only two Diarmuid Noble Phantasms of Gun Jie, and they are all Anti-Personal Phantasms. Although the martial arts are superb, they do not seem to have any advantage in terms of attack output.

Although he already knew it in his heart, Kenneth obviously wouldn't say it just like that. The teacher never gave in to his students and asked for help.

"It's still wise. Knowing that you can't win alone, you will take the initiative to join forces with others. It just so happens that I have the same consideration."

Kenneth raised his hand and coughed lightly, then raised his hand and randomly took a piece of paper from the table and wrote a reply to Weber.

"Diarmuid, you go and give this to my stupid student now, and let him meet me here at ten o'clock tomorrow morning."

Chapter 38 What is a Warrior

The next morning, the sun was shining brightly.

Holding the invitation letter from Kenneth, Webb and Iskandar arrived at the door of the presidential suite where Kenneth lived, led by the waiter of the Winterwood Hotel.

"Although people are a bit annoying, the mentor is worthy of being a mentor. The technology of setting up the enchantment alone makes people speechless."

Along the way, Weber looked around and looked at the temporary magic workshop that Kenneth spent a lot of effort to build, and found that many of the layouts were simply incomprehensible with his own experience.

"Really? I don't think there's anything wrong with it. Anyway, after a charge of ravaging the hegemony, all obstacles in front of this king will be trampled down!"

Iskandar, who was wearing a white T-shirt with the words "Grand Strategy" printed on it, picked his ears with his fingers, and shrugged his shoulders indifferently.

Wei Bo glanced helplessly at the strong man beside him, and then covered his forehead with his hands.

He found that it was the biggest mistake to talk about the mysteries of magic with such a muscular guy.

Weber sighed heavily, took a few deep breaths to stabilize his mentality, and raised his hand to knock on the door of the presidential suite in front of him.

But just as his knuckles were about to land on the door, Weber's movements stopped suddenly.

In other words, it should have froze in place, as if there were some terrible scourge in the house.

"No, no, I have to make more preparations. Let's go through all the negotiation processes in my mind first."

Waver muttered to himself, and lowered his raised hand again.

And his current behavior is no different from that kind of student who wants to drink tea in the homeroom teacher's office after committing a serious crime.

When I got to the teacher's door, I hesitated to enter. I was so scared that I was dying, but I didn't forget to prepare to deal with it first.

Well, if we talk about Weber's participation in the Holy Grail War after stealing the holy relic prepared by Kenneth, then this is really the case for him.

Seeing this, Iskandar frowned, a sharpness flashed in his big bright eyes, and his expression became serious.

He could tell that Weber's state at this time was definitely not worrying about gains and losses because of the fear of failure in the negotiation, but pure fear and dread.

"Boy, what are you afraid of?"

Iskandar questioned, and by the way habitually raised his big hand to give Weber a clear and powerful blow.

Accompanied by a soft 'snap', Weber's little head fell backwards under the action of this force.

The unsuspecting young man took two or three steps back before stopping. He squatted on the ground covering his red brows, and let out a cry of pain like a small animal.

"Rider!? What are you doing all of a sudden, idiot?"

Weber jumped up from the ground and shouted loudly, but compared to Iskandar's stalwart height, he, a short man who is less than 1.6 meters, looks really harmless at all.

Iskandar crossed his arms, his body was straight, his eyes were sharp and energetic, and the expression on his face was not the same as before. He exuded the majesty of a king.

Seen by the King of Conquerors, Weber fell silent, and lowered his head timidly, not daring to face the King when he was serious.

"Wei Bo, if you are really afraid of the other party before you even meet him, then you should stop claiming to be the master of my Conqueror King Iskandar after you go out, this king can't afford to lose this person! "

After hearing Iskandar's extremely heavy words, Weber raised his head in shock, but he couldn't find the slightest hint of a joke from the giant man's expression.