I, Wang Ha, the Assassin of Three Red Warriors

After Holmes made the announcement, Kirshtalia immediately raised his hand and came to see him directly.

"Mr. Holmes, we have a question that I hope you can answer... During this Holy Grail War, there were quite a few servants who violated the rules. Based on the usual rules of the Holy Grail War, should they be sent back immediately?" Seat of Heroes?"

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of Tohsaka Rin and Luvia Selinta changed instantly, and they finally realized what Kirshtalia was planning.

Matou Shirou also frowned, and quickly calculated in his mind that if the illegal ranks were repatriated, then they would only have two servants left.

"I see. No wonder I had to replace Caster at the expense of Shielder last night. It turns out it was all for tonight."

Aozaki Orange had expected it when Holmes appeared on the scene, and Kirshtalia's behavior confirmed her suspicions.

"Worthy of being the youngest head of the Wadham family in history."

Lion Jie Jieli showed a troubled smile on his face, and said with emotion: "The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. Today's young people are really amazing. Their methods are not as ruthless as those of the old magicians, and their methods are hard to fault." Something went wrong."

Ophelia also figured out the key. She looked at Kirshtalia with a little fangirl admiration in her eyes. Then she realized that this was inappropriate. The two sides were still enemies in different camps, so she He quickly straightened his face and returned to his expressionless and cold look.

"Repatriate the illegal rank?" Holmes pondered for a moment before he said as if he had made up his mind: "In principle..."

Rin Tohsaka and Luvia Serenta raised their ears, nervously waiting for Holmes to make a decision.

Matou Shirou, on the other hand, set his eyes on Holmes' neck, wondering what would happen if Ruler was killed, and his body was already tense.

Aozaki Chengzi frowned, not thinking of any good way to break the situation. It seemed that as long as he came to this meeting, he would definitely fall into the trap.

Now that the Hongmen Banquet has been arranged, Xiang Zhuang's sword is also dancing vigorously, and he is just one sword away from cutting off Pei Gong's head. It is said that there is no way to save the day.

Fortunately, His Majesty the Sorcerer King has not really been replaced, so even if the illegal ranks are indeed repatriated, it is still unknown who will die in the end.

Seeing that the democrats were silent, Kirshtalia secretly clenched his fists and committed the big taboo of opening champagne at halftime.

"Now, the overall situation is settled!"

"Bang——!!"

But before Holmes finished speaking, the door of the conference room was kicked open suddenly, and Joan of Arc holding a battle flag walked in swaggeringly.

"Servant Ruler? You should read it right... Cough, follower Ruler is here to oversee this Holy Grail War. You can call me Joan of Arc. Wait, what expressions do you all have?"

For a moment, everyone in the room focused their attention on Black Joan, and then immediately returned to Holmes.

"Ruler, how come there are two of them!?"

Tohsaka Rin yelled, which was different from what she saw from the family notes.

Kirshtalia's face turned blue instantly, and quickly returned to normal under strong control, but her head was still in a daze.

"This, this can't be the real Ruler, right? Really, if you don't come sooner or later, why come at this time?"

Seeing this, Aoqi Chengzi keenly thought of something, and became a melon eater, happily lighting up a cigarette.

"Haha, now things are getting interesting."

Although Holmes's job title doesn't look fake, Kirshtalia's performance faintly reveals that the other party's identity may have something to do with it.

If this is the case, it means that the fake Li Gui has met the real Li Kui, and he must seize the suspicious points and pursue the noble faction madly.

"What? Two Rulers?"

Joan of Arc was also taken aback for a moment, her originally high-spirited expression immediately darkened.

"Who is the other Ruler? I want to see who dares to pretend to be my old lady to cheat here!"

Facing the irritable Joan of Arc, Holmes did not suffer from stage fright. He has faced many crises before, and this can only be regarded as a small scene at the moment.

"I am Sherlock Holmes, and I am a Ruler. I came to London before the Holy Grail War and have been watching the progress of this battle."

Black Joan frowned and stared at Holmes, using her class's unique ability to see through real names to explore him, and found that everything matched.

"I'm Jeanne Darke. I arrived on the day of the Holy Grail War. The place is France. I came here by plane."

Looking at the calm Holmes, Joan of Arc was a little uncertain, and didn't tell her that she had a companion when she came.

"Miss Heizhen, Command Seals." Leticia reminded: "Don't all Rulers use Command Seals bestowed by the Holy Grail?"

"That's right!" Joan of Arc reacted, and a red wing-shaped pattern appeared behind her, which was the best demonstration of the arbiter's authority.

"Hey, where's your Command Seal? Let's show it, too. Rank alone can't prove anything. The Command Seal bestowed by the Holy Grail is the best proof."

Holmes fell silent now.

He is a detective, not a magician who juggles. Where can he conjure so many Command Spells on the spot?

In fact, this is also one of the loopholes in Kirshtalia's plan. Holmes does not have the ability to force followers.

That is to say, even if the proposal to repatriate the illegal class is established, if the servants are unwilling to comply and violently resist the law, then they will not be able to take the other party.

In this regard, Kirshtalia thought of a way to try to bluff the opponent's master as soon as he came up, and tricked them into using the command spell to repatriate the servant.

But because of Black Joan's disruption, his plan died before it reached that point. Now the situation is out of control, and he doesn't know how it will develop.

"Sorry, ma'am." Holmes bowed slightly and explained, "It is true that I have not been given a command spell by the Holy Grail. There can only be one supervisor with authority in a Holy Grail War. Obviously you are the right one, and I am the deputy sent to assist you in your work."

The famous detective's thinking is quick, and he immediately found a reasonable and justified reason, and even slightly raised Hei Jean's hand.

As far as perception is concerned, the masters present are more willing to believe that the polite Sherlock Holmes is real, while Joan of Arc is the fake one.

It's a pity that the Command Seals bestowed by the Holy Grail cannot be faked, especially the Command Seals held by Joan of Arc have been tattooed all over her back.

The words of Holmes also made Black Joan feel very useful, and she seemed to be willing to accept the explanation he gave seriously.

"Are you sent to assist me with my work? Well, it sounds reasonable, so let's do it..."

Black Joan didn't want to pay too much attention to the details. Since the other party's explanation made sense, she wouldn't pursue it.

Seeing that Joan of Arc didn't intend to get to the bottom of it, Holmes couldn't help but secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

Great, he almost died on the spot just now, and he will never do this job again next time.

If Moriarty found out, he would probably be laughed at for the rest of his life, and the reputation of a famous detective would be ruined.

After Joan of Arc came up, Holmes tactfully stepped aside and let the other party stand in front of the masters of the two parties.

Black Joan resumed her high-spirited appearance again, glanced at all the masters present, and pretended to cough twice.

"Ahem, what were you guys discussing just now? You can continue now. If there is really nothing else, then hurry up and leave."

Kirshtalia resolutely seized the opportunity and said, "We were just discussing the issue of repatriating illegal ranks. Let Miss Na see..."

"Repatriate illegal ranks?" Black Joan was a little puzzled when she heard the words, and couldn't help asking: "Wait, why did you repatriate them?"

Kirshtalia was puzzled by Joan of Arc's reaction, but explained, "Of course it violated the Holy Grail War regulations."

"Breached the rules? Which rule did you violate? The Holy Grail didn't tell me." Black Joan directly denied three times, and said: "Oh, I understand, what you said was established between your masters. Rules, right? If this is the case, they should indeed be repatriated, and I will uphold justice!"

"objection!"

Cang Qi Chengzi immediately slapped the table, starting a reversal like a lawyer in court.

"Miss Jean, this Holy Grail War is held for a special reason. We both made an agreement before the start of the war. What class of servants can be summoned depends on their ability. For detailed terms, you can apply for the meeting minutes of the crown decision to check... To sum up, the sudden proposal to repatriate the illegal ranks in the midfield is completely their nonsense."

Seeing how sharp Aozaki Touko's counterattack was, Kirshtalia didn't dare to be negligent, and immediately responded to his remarks.

"Our side initiated the proposal based on the consistent rules of the Holy Grail War. Summoning illegal classes in previous Holy Grail Wars was considered cheating."

The two sides started a sharp debate on this, which made Joan of Arc who was caught in the middle feel dizzy, as if everyone had a point.

Although she is a bit clever, it is still too difficult for her, a village girl from Orleans, to let Jeanne d'Arc be the judge. She is simply bullying an illiterate person.

"Enough!" Joan of Arc coquettishly interrupted the argument, and made a domineering decision: "Since neither of you accepts the other, why don't you just go ahead and see the truth under your hands! Both of you have How many illegal ranks?"

"We have three on our side, but they don't have any." Aoqi Chengzi answered immediately.

"Okay." Black Joan turned to look at Kirshtalia, and said: "Then you also send three servants here, and the two sides will fight directly in a melee. The winners will stay, and the losers will leave. how?"

Kirshtalia was taken aback when he heard the words, and had no choice but to reply: "Yes, but we can only send two servants here."

"Two? That's fine." Joan Hei waved her hand and made a decision: "Then two vs three, how about setting the time for tomorrow night?"

"We have no problem." Aoqi Chengzi raised her hand and said with a smile: "Even if it is changed to tonight, it is not impossible."

Kirshtalia thought about it, and felt that with Gilgamesh's strong strength, this round might not be impossible.

"We also agree, but this is a melee of five servants after all, and it is not easy to find a suitable venue."

Immediately, Cang Qi Chengzi understood what the other party was probably thinking: "What do you mean?"

"How about..." Kirshtalia suggested: "Let's set the location in the spiritual tomb."

I have to say, Kirshtalia has an excellent suggestion that is worth pondering.

In the spiritual tomb, the servants can fight at full strength without restraint, without having to restrain themselves like in the city.

Attila possesses an anti-army treasure with a huge damage range, and Gilgamesh's ace deviation sword is even more destructive.

If they fought in London, just the two of them fighting at full strength would be enough to cause a natural disaster, and they even had to find a way to conceal the vision.

On the side of the democrats, the servants who need to go out are Heroic Emiya, Miyamoto Musashi, and Algar. Neither of the former two has a large-scale Noble Phantasm.

As for Alger... Although the spirit power of the petrified prestige has been weakened and suppressed, if it is fully released, it seems to be enough to cover the entire city.

For the democrats, it seems that it is more beneficial to set the battle location in the city, but this is actually an important factor that has been missed.

That's the character of Attila and Gilgamesh. They are not saints who love the people like sons, but murderous tyrants.

When it came time to fight to the death, they only had opponents in their eyes, and they didn't even consider how many innocent people would be affected by a single swing of the sword.

Attila is indifferent, but Gilgamesh would think that being able to die at the hands of her hero king is the greatest gift to these unknown people.

Aozaki Orange quickly recalled the information that Anzi Urgon had given, and chose to agree with Kirshtalia's proposal in order to avoid murder.

"Okay, it's in the second area of ​​the spiritual tomb. Do you need to apply to the monarchs for this matter? If necessary, then you can go."

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At the same time, Hatteres sneaked into the clock tower again with ease.

He hid outside London for a day and then received intelligence from the monarch Meastia.

The democrats informed the aristocrats of his existence, but the aristocrats did not change their plans because of this.

Last night, there was a fierce battle between the two sides. The democrats withdrew one servant, while the aristocrats withdrew two servants.

Seeing that the two sides were fighting so fiercely, Hateres felt that he could indeed come back, because no one cared about him.

After a series of preparations, Hartreth felt that he should move forward as soon as possible. This time he infiltrated to enter the spiritual tomb.

With the help of Hephaestion, Hateres easily bypassed all kinds of warning magic and alarm barriers, as if walking in a garden.

Finally, he arrived at the old school building of the Modern Magic Department, which was an abandoned but not yet demolished building, dilapidated and old.

And this is also the best disguise. No one would have thought that there is an entrance and exit directly leading to the spiritual tomb hidden under this old school building.

This is a secret that only Hateres knows. He also sneaked into the spiritual tomb from here in the past, and no one has discovered it so far.

Now, Hateres stood in front of the pitch-black crack again, with a hint of excitement on his handsome face.

"Let's go, Faker...it's time to realize your dream and mine, I want to update this filthy world!"

Chapter 762 The Destroyed El-Melloi II 5K

"After you got your revenge, your whole spirit seems to be different."

Hephaistion looked at Hateres, and felt that his Master seemed to have become more lively.

"Yes, I have waited more than 30 years to repay the hatred that was betrayed twice. Naturally, I feel refreshed."

Hateres nodded happily, with undisguised pleasure in his tone, and taking revenge on the traitors was one of his plans.

"So, Master, are you still practicing your own mantra in your current behavior?"

Hephaestion stared into Hateres' eyes and asked as if he wanted to confirm something.

"Dedicate your life to the brightest things."

"Of course, just like I did with the Holy Grail War, the more I investigate, the more interested I am in the Holy Grail War."

Hatteras stared at Hephaestion without retreating, his personality and beliefs not changed by the venting of hatred.

"It's like seeing the sunset in my childhood. At that time, I prayed from the bottom of my heart, hoping to follow that scenery and the brilliance forever."

Hephaestion could still see the fiery belief and starry ideals in Hatres' eyes, just like when she first saw him.

In the final analysis, the reason why she has been following Hatteris' orders is not out of loyalty or the face of the command spell, but because the interests of the two are highly consistent. This is why Faker followed Hatteris The reason is that they are masters and slaves, they are also accomplices, and they are like-minded people.

"If that's the case, then let me accompany you to the end... let me, a nameless dead person, see how you will shine."