I, Wang Ha, the Assassin of Three Red Warriors

"The only thing that can be confirmed now is that only the three of us have no desire for the Holy Grail, so the easiest solution is to let everyone else exit and we can get the Holy Grail ourselves."

Chapter 167 Fanatic: There is a lion here who seems to be suffering from heat stroke

"However, Your Excellency the Old Man of the Mountain. It was stipulated in the Holy Grail War that the adjudicator cannot take the initiative to intervene."

Joan of Arc did not object to Alsace's simple and crude plan, but she was a little worried about how to carry it out.

"To compete for the Holy Grail itself is against the rules. At that time, the red and black sides may use this as a reason to join forces to eliminate us first."

As soon as Joan finished speaking, before Alsace could reply, she heard Martha say:

"The adjudicator's duty is first to protect the stability of human history, and second to maintain the Holy Grail War."

"In short, our actions certainly do not violate the regulations."

"But the problem is that the current magicians generally don't know the first duty of the adjudicator, and they simply think that its existence is a referee, so the encirclement and suppression mentioned by Joan of Arc may really happen."

Alsace nodded upon hearing this. The only known followers of them are Semiramis, Atalanta, Siegfried and Karna, and the rest are still unknown.

Judging from the Noble Phantasms held by Alsace, he does have the powerful strength to be able to fight against thirteen, but this also depends on the strength level of the opponents.

If he was in the crown position, he really wouldn't care about the number of opponents, but would just ask where the enemies were, and he wouldn't even care about who they were, anyway, after the evening bell rang, it would be a matter of one blow.

Regardless of whether you are invincible golden armor, divine immortality, or how many lives you have, you can forcefully endow it with the concept of death and then chop it at will.

"Then let me achieve the goal of competing for the Holy Grail. The two of you are secretly assisting. The relationship between us cannot be exposed prematurely."

Although the appearance of the eighth-order Avenger will definitely attract the attention and hostility of the audience, Arthas is not afraid of any danger ahead, and the king should go forward.

"Then, we can try to see if we can draw other followers into our side."

"Although I feel that with the pride of the heroes, most of them will choose to betray their Master, but it's worth a try."

Joan of Arc and Martha agreed with Alsace's arrangement, but at the same time there was a quarrel and conflict in the castle of the Thousand Worlds Tree.

"Because of your own stupidity, Gold, you have lost your basic qualifications as a Master, so hand over the Command Seal!"

Danik, whose gaze was as cold as a poisonous snake, held his cane and stared at Fatty Ge, who was wrapped in bandages and slumped on the bed. His eyes seemed to be looking at a large group of non-burnable waste, and he was very angry.

If it weren't for the separation system of 'command spell authority' and 'magic power supply', then last night, my side would have lost the powerful Saber class.

How can Danik not feel angry when he has lost an assassin's servant for no reason and has a serious loss of combat power.

If it wasn't for Gold's presiding over the construction of the artificial artificial house before, and his hard work, Danick would have pulled this fat pig to see how much oil he could squeeze out.

How stupid is it to not even take any self-protection measures when the servants are fighting? Is it true that academic talents are not suitable for the battlefield? (Einzbern was in tears)

Vlad III stood quietly on the armrest behind and watched all this. He supported Danik's decision.

A merit is a merit, and a fault is a fault.

Merits and demerits can indeed offset each other sometimes, but sometimes they cannot offset each other. It all depends on how a good leader weighs and handles.

In the case of Gold, it is fine to balance the merits and demerits to spare his life, but the Command Seal must be handed over. This is the most basic bottom line.

A magician who has lost his magic circuit is no longer a magician, and a person who is completely paralyzed and needs help even in a wheelchair is even less likely to continue to be a master.

Although it is a bit cruel for Gold personally, this is the reality.

Facing Danik's scolding, Gold lay quietly on the bed and looked at the familiar ceiling, his eyes were dull and ashen, and he ignored the usually fearful Patriarch at all.

Seeing this, Danik couldn't help but turn bluer. He drew a sharp knife from his waist and prepared to chop his hand to take the Command Seal, but he had to stop when he took two steps towards the bed.

Siegfried, who had been staying in the house as a spirit body, revealed his real body. His tall and strong body stood in front of Danik and watched him condescendingly, with neither sadness nor joy in his eyes.

After seeing Siegfried's actions, Vlad III couldn't help becoming alert. If the other party really did something, he could save his master Danik as soon as possible.

"Your Excellency Siegfried, what do you mean?"

Although Darnic's attitude towards Gold was very bad, he could temporarily maintain his rationality when facing the servants, knowing that he could not easily offend them.

"This trash is no longer qualified to continue to go to the battlefield with you. He is not a qualified master at all. Do you still remember the humiliation he gave you when all the servants reported their names?"

Faced with Danik's questioning that pierced his heart, Siegfried said that it was impossible for him not to care. Although his emotional expression was not obvious on weekdays, he knew everything clearly in his heart.

Gold also asked about the wish he had entrusted to the Holy Grail, and Siegfried truthfully answered that he was not big enough to use the Holy Grail to achieve something, but he was questioned by the master.

In terms of compatibility, Siegfried and Gold are probably the worst combination of black.

No, there is another unlucky guy who was killed by the fanatic at the beginning, they are the worst.

"I'm sorry, but he's my Master, so I can't just sit back and watch you hurt him."

The words that Siegfried spit out from his mouth were very plain, but they clearly told Danic what he stood for.

No matter how eloquent Danik was, he was silenced by Siegfried's two simple words.

Gold, who was lying dead, turned his head to look at Siegfried's upright back, with complicated emotions brewing in his dim eyes.

During his coma, he had witnessed Siegfried's life in the form of a dream, and finally had a deep understanding of this taciturn dragon slayer.

"Danic, forget it this time."

Vlad III broke the embarrassing atmosphere with his words. Before leaving, he looked back at Siegfried and said:

"This king respects your loyalty, and also admires your noble character. You still need more help in the next battle, and this king looks forward to your wonderful performance."

Siegfried nodded in response, although he didn't pat his chest to promise anything, but the firm look in his eyes made Vlad III feel more at ease and trusting.

And the culprit who caused the Thousand Boundary Tree Family incident, Kuangxinzi, has already discovered his next target at this moment.

In order to hide, she found a deserted cemetery, and at the same time found Mordred and Shijie Jieli who were hiding here.

"A master and a servant? The trap at the door is low-level enough, so don't blame me for taking your lives so easily!"

Chapter 168 Crazy Son: Ah, It's Sama, the Old Man of the Mountain

Under the slightly dim cemetery, Lion Jie Li was maintaining his combat equipment on a daily basis. This was a good habit he had left behind since he started working as a bounty hunter.

In this world, although it doesn't mean that no one can be trusted, the weapon at hand must be one's most loyal partner.

And it is precisely this kind of good habit that keeps Shijie Jieli from losing the chain in battle, and never loses his life due to some embarrassing small mistakes.

Lion Jie Jieli was concentrating on doing business, but Mordred, who had a lively and active personality, could no longer bear this kind of boring time.

"You shut yourself up here early in the morning, is your mind alright?"

"Hey! Master, how about we go outside for a stroll, okay..."

Mordred, who was lying on his side, was playing with the skull in his hand, and asked Jie Li, the lion, with an increasingly dissatisfied expression.

"No way, the environment here can make our magic power recover faster. After all, we don't know when the battle will happen again."

Lion Jie Jieli suppressed Mordred's little emotions with a very realistic and reasonable sentence, leaving the brat with no excuses to refute.

"It's not a question of whether the magic power is enough, hey!"

"Besides, if it wasn't for that cold guy who misplaced treasures and consumed a lot of mana last night, you wouldn't be short of mana now, would you?"

Mordred leaned close to Lion Jieli and yelled, forcing Lion Jieli, who was cleaning his gun, to temporarily stop what he was doing.

He tilted his head and glanced at the brat who was pouting in anger, and couldn't help but shook his head and explained:

"The Lich King didn't liberate his treasure last night. The huge ritual-like magic seems to be just a normal attack."

"And in fact, it didn't consume much of my magic power. Most of the burden was borne by the king himself."

Mordred's attention was immediately diverted when she heard the words, and she stared at Shi Jie Jieli with wide green eyes, as if she wanted to see some signs of lying on his face.

"Well, something with that level of power isn't a Noble Phantasm!? Master, aren't you kidding me?"

"Besides, isn't that guy a knight? What he is holding is a big sword and not a staff. Why is he playing the same trick as Merlin the Dog all of a sudden?"

Hearing Mordred's words, Lion Jiejie couldn't help but smile and asked:

"What? Do you feel that you are weak after such a comparison?"

"Not at all!!"

Mordred jumped up instantly like a cat whose tail was stepped on. She pinched her waist with her hands and said with her head held high:

"I, Mordred, will inherit the position of King Arthur. I am the best knight. How can I be weaker than others!?"

"Yes, Lord Mordred is very strong. I have seen it during the battle last night."

Lion Jiejie spoke from the mouth, and his eyes returned to the weapon at hand again, but the words made Mordred very useful.

"Of course, with me, Mordred, the Holy Grail is within reach."

After sitting cross-legged, Mordred seemed to suddenly think of something again, and greeted Lion Jie Jieli:

"But Master, judging from the situation last night, the enemy will attack in the city without hesitation."

"And my Noble Phantasm is still an Anti-Army Noble Phantasm, how could I involve innocent people in the battle?"

Lion Jie Jieli looked at Mordred after hearing the words, as if he was getting to know the rebellious knight again, and he also agreed with the question Mordred raised.

"Okay, okay, I will pay attention to the choice of the battle location, and try not to involve ordinary people, Your Majesty the King."

Mordred was startled by the sudden address from Lion Jie Jieli, his eyes widened slightly and he was a little dazed, and asked subconsciously:

"what did you just say?"

"Your Majesty, isn't that what your wish is? Then there is no problem even if you call me in advance. And a person like you who thinks about the people does have the charm of a king."

Shizijie Jieli's emotional intelligence is really high, and his way of speaking is also very standard, and he straightened out Mordred's fur in just two strokes.

"However, if you have time, you can ask the king more, he is a very powerful person."

When Mordred heard Shijie Jieli's words, he just wanted to refute like a conditioned reflex, but found that the kingly demeanor displayed by the Lich King could not be faulted in any place, so he gave up.

The outspoken Mordred can't do anything 'picky'. Although she is upset with Alsace on the surface, she actually respects Alsace in her heart.

"Speaking of which, where did that guy go? I haven't seen him since early in the morning."

"It should have gone out, but we don't need to worry about the king's safety, so it doesn't matter."

"Huh? Then why is he allowed to hang out and I stay here?"

"You can also go out alone. I never said that it is forbidden to go out."

"But it's too boring to go out alone, and what if a follower comes here? So, for your consideration, I'd better stay here reluctantly."

Perhaps Mordred's mouth had been opened, just as the two were talking.

The fanatic who happened to come here has quietly bypassed all the traps and sneaked into this hidden secret base.

Since Mordred was very close to the Lion Tribulation Realm, Madbelin was not as sure of success as she was in attacking Gold last time, so she chose to launch the 'Delusion Poison'.

Crouching in a dark corner, the fanatic quietly dispelled Hassan's divine karma from the shadow lantern, switched to the miracle of Quiet Hassan, and began to condense toxins in the blood in his body.

"Is it better to put poison into their food, or to kill them directly with poison-coated hidden weapons?"

In the process of condensing the toxin, Kuangxin calmly thought about his next course of action.

In order to kill all fourteen masters in total, she must consider her own safety in her actions.

The first generation of adults can be unparalleled in any situation, it is because the strength of the first generation of adults has already surpassed a certain level.

And if one's own strength is not strong enough to go head-on, that's not called Kai Wushuang, that's called to die.

Therefore, the credo of Kuangxinzi's actions is: if Wushuang can unleash his recklessness, he will never stealth and waste time.

But just when Fanxinzi had finished preparing to see the blood-throat-sealed toxin and was about to start a formal attack, Arthas, who had just finished connecting with the two saintesses, returned.

If the fanatic still maintains the magic karma of the shadow lantern, Alsace probably won't find the existence of the fanatic if he doesn't concentrate on searching for it.

However, since only one Hassan's ability can be used at a time, Fanxinzi is not in the breath-blocking EX state, which makes Alsace feel an extra breath in an instant.

When Kuangxinzi realized that someone was coming, he temporarily suppressed his actions and squinted his eyes to look at the person who came.

The person in casual clothes had silver hair and blue eyes, exuding an extremely depressing atmosphere, and the cold breath was mixed with a strong sense of death, which made her froze immediately.

This kind of feeling as if he was solidifying the abyss, Kuangxinzi had it once when he saw the group of elders being assassinated overnight when he was alive.

That vague figure standing in the underworld fire was the great existence she had dedicated her whole life to believe in.

Kuangxinzi stared at Alsace's figure carefully, but she had never seen the actual appearance of the old man of the mountain, so she could only judge by his breath.

"Assassin? What a guts."

Alsace realized the critical situation immediately, and began to scan the basement with lightning-like eyes, and at the same time raised his hand to signal Mordred and Lion Jiejie to leave the silence.

Although Mordred and Shijie Jieli felt strange in their hearts, they followed Alsace's instructions.