Rubbish protagonist, I can do it too!

"No problem." Hall readily agreed.

The dresses of Alley and Ishtar are considered by cats.

EMMMMM

Chapter 166 Flowers Blooming in the Underworld

"here."

Ereshkigal took Hall to the small world opened up by the underworld.

In front of Hall was a small world with an area of ​​less than a few square meters, full of colorful flowers, which seemed to have been carefully cared for, and there was not even a single weed in the flower field.

Although this is the underworld, Hall only opened up a small world to absorb magic power before, and he didn't have time to help her take care of it. Generally speaking, in places with abundant magic power, plants will inevitably grow rapidly, and it is impossible to just bloom without growing grass.

The vibrant scenery in the small world and the desolation and silence of the underworld outside form a strong visual contrast.

Hall smiled and said, "It looks like you took care of it seriously."

Ereshkigal's face was flushed, and she was not used to being praised by others. She was both shy and proud and said, "Of course, diligence is a virtue, and only the goddess of diligence is worthy of these beautiful flowers."

Ereshkigal looked back and forth in the small world, every corner inside was covered with bouquets, and he couldn't find a place to plant them.

"Looks like it doesn't need to be planted just yet."

"I don't like unchanging landscapes. Although it's a pity, let some flowers wither. This is a necessary measure to maintain the normal operation of this world." Ereshkigal stretched out his right hand, and a faint red thunder of the underworld was formed in the palm of his hand. , It is necessary to strike down the red thunder that contains death energy.

"and many more."

"What's wrong."

"Don't you think it's a pity to destroy your well-cared-for flower fields like this?"

Ereshkigal sighed softly: "There is no other way. Before, there were many plants growing together. I instilled dead energy into those plants to make them wither and make more space for flowers to grow. If As you can see, limited space and resources have restricted their growth, although it is very wasteful, cutting them is something I have to do as a goddess."

The goddess of the underworld looked depressed and mournful.

Hall heard the extra meaning in her words, and said with a smile: "If that's the case, it's better to pick them off with your own hands."

"Pick it off by hand?"

Hall came to the side of the small world and squatted down, used alchemy to refine the rocks of the underworld into stone tools and demonstrated them, trimmed the branches and leaves, and cut off some flowers that were not growing well or in the wrong place.

"You can try it too." Hall handed the tools to Ereshkigal.

"Hmm...but I haven't tried such a job."

"It doesn't matter, pick the flowers you like when you see them, that's what it means to grow in this world."

"Ok."

After a while, Ereshkigal was completely devoted to the pruning of the flower field. Every time he picked a flower, he was careful, and after cutting a branch and leaf, he had to go through repeated measurements.

Hall picked up the bouquet that had been cut, wove it into a beautiful garland with ease, and came behind Ereshkigal and placed it gently on her head.

"what?"

Ereshkigal was taken aback, touched the wreath on his head, took it off, looked at it blankly, and whispered to himself: "It's so beautiful."

"A gift for you, this is the reward you deserve for taking care of this small world."

Ereshkigal stared at the wreath, and said in a crisp voice with a hint of disappointment: "But it can't exist forever, and it will wither and disappear in a short time without the earth that can absorb life, and it can't leave this space."

"This is enough."

"enough?"

"These flowers realize the meaning of existence. When I created this small world, I dedicated it to the goddess. The beauty of this moment is enough to realize their value."

Ereshkigal looked at the wreath in his hand thoughtfully, raised his head and smiled at Hall: "Thank you, I will cherish this wreath before it withers."

"There are also these cut branches and leaves. Bury them in the soil. Although this small world is full of magic power, it is difficult for flowers to grow well without material nutrition." Hall buried the cut branches and leaves on the ground. into the soil.

After spending a lot of effort, the two finally planted the newly purchased seeds.

Ereshkigal stared at the half-empty flower field, satisfied, and said softly: "Hall, don't you think this job is very similar to the job of the master of the underworld?"

"Half, people are not flowers. Human beings have wisdom and can choose, but flowers cannot."

"maybe."

Hall turned and left: "The flowers are planted, please protect the stronghold, Lady Goddess."

Ereshkigal looked at the back of Hall leaving, hesitated to speak, and finally lowered his head and murmured in frustration: "This strange person is similar to himself. It would be great if we could become friends."

Hall does not have the "clairvoyance" of Young Jill or Merlin, and cannot see through the hidden essence of others at a glance. This time he is also testing her essence and obsession with the Holy Grail.

Perhaps as Dumuzi said: "Ereshkigal is a girl who always sighs because there are no flowers in the underworld, but she doesn't know that she is the flower of the underworld."

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Using the privileges granted by Ereshkigal, he can travel freely in the underworld. After possessing the underworld pass, Hall finally discovered the true face of the underworld.

Magicians can create magic workshops, and they can create temples after they have high-level field construction skills. The so-called underworld is a higher level of existence than temples, and it is not a true reconstruction of the underworld during the Age of Gods.

Therefore, Ereshkigal is not truly invincible in the underworld. It only needs a plurality of top-level servants, or the maximum output of a deviant sword and EA-level treasure to destroy it.

Both Enkidu and Ishtar appeared in the enemy camp last night, so it's no wonder that Younger was worried about leaving the stronghold to Ereshkigal for protection alone.

In the afternoon, Hall returned to Ugdomirenia, and was approached by Astolfo again.

"Ah~ Hall, I've been looking for you for a long time." Astolfo greeted warmly with an innocent smile.

Hall stood on the grass in the castle courtyard, with a faint blue flame ignited in his right hand. These flames were the embodiment of Hall's magic power, and he was trying to develop the ability of the treasured Phantasm of "Knights Don't Die Unarmed".

The Holy Grail War must be concealed, so it is basically difficult to have conflicts during the day.

In Hall's opinion, this rule is also nonsense. The Ugdomirenia family has betrayed the Magicians Association, and the Great Holy Grail system has also been exposed, so there is no need to follow the concealment rules at all.

"Rdier, what's the matter?"

Astolfo complained: "I can't find you if I have nothing to do~ It's too much."

"Generally, I don't want to be bothered."

"It was the king who asked me to inform you that Ruler, who ruled the Holy Grail War, has arrived in Romania and is heading to this city. He is expected to arrive at night. The red side seems to be planning to attack Ruler."

Young Gil does not have the right to command Hall. Hall can share the intelligence network of the Yugdomerenia clan, and then act according to his own will.

"understood."

"So, what were you doing just now?"

"Magic experiment."

"It's boring." Astolfo muttered in frustration.

Chapter 167 Doraemon

Hearing about the movement of the red side from Astolfo, Hall went back to the castle of Ugdomirenia, found Youngjill's room, knocked on the door and got a response, and went in. He saw Youngjill staring at the screen intently, holding Gamepad, playing a fighting game.

The servant was playing a game, and the weird scene made Hall feel a strong sense of disobedience. He was relieved when he thought that the servant in front of him was Young Jill, even if he took out the VR game helmet, it would not be surprising.

"What's the matter, brother magician, what can I do for you?" Jill paused the game, turned to look at Hall and asked curiously.

Hall nodded: "Doraemon Jill, do you have a convenient vehicle, lend me it."

"There are many treasures of the king, but my treasures are never lent to those who cannot realize their value. Also, what does Doraemon mean?"

"I plan to go with Saber to prevent the red team from attacking Ruler. It's too late for Yugdomirenia to prepare vehicles. There should be vehicles in your treasury that satisfy me."

Young Jill suddenly said: "Ah, this matter is indeed more beneficial to our black camp, so there is no problem, just say what you want, whether it is a legendary aircraft or a modern sports car, it is not a problem."

"A motorcycle will do."

Young Gil waved, the Gate of Babylon appeared, a golden vortex with a radius of three meters spread out, and a racing motorcycle slowly lowered down.

"Motorcycle? Is it this kind?"

Hall looked at the motorcycle, was not very satisfied, and then asked: "Almost, are there other styles?"

Young Jill took the motorcycle back to King's Treasure, and then took out a golden motorcycle with a fashionable appearance and a more sci-fi atmosphere, and said in a deep thought: "I don't really understand, how about this one, it is the world's ten-year-old motorcycle." A vehicle that will come later, I like the look of it."

"Is there a black one?"

"Yep."

"Then put it in the courtyard below and use it now."

As expected of the oldest Doraemon in the world, it has everything.

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Saber was called, and the green green pupil stared curiously at the black motorcycle placed in the center of the courtyard. The streamlined appearance was very pleasing to her.

"Master, this is?"

"A vehicle from the King of Heroes."

Saber was surprised: "Isn't this a modern locomotive? Why does he even have such a thing in his treasure house?"

"The King's Treasure has the prototypes of all the treasures or the prototypes invented by humans and the treasures or treasures from the past to the present. The number is not fixed. The concept is more inclined to the original book of human wisdom itself. Probably as long as it is something invented by humans, in his treasure house You can find them all inside.”

"No wonder the King of Heroes said that the Holy Grail belongs to him."

"Saber, can you drive this motorcycle?"

Saber smiled confidently: "Please rest assured, I have A-level riding skills, whether it's a locomotive or an airplane, there is always a way to drive it when I sit on it."

It sounds unreliable, but Heroic Spirits are such unreasonable existences, Hall is not surprised, he took out a map and named Saber the location, and ordered: "Let's start now, the purpose of this road to Tulifas On the main road, the red team intends to attack Ruler, if Ruler or the followers of the red team show up, we will definitely be able to detect it."

Saber hesitated and shook her head: "I think the car is safer if the Master is here, sorry, now is not the time to be picky, Master, please hold my waist tightly when driving, it is impossible to slow down if you arrive at this place before night. "

"it is good."

Hall chuckled inwardly, the current situation is indeed more suitable for a car, Hall chose a motorcycle because it is more suitable for Saber, and secondly, he doesn't mind a close contact.

The two got on the motorcycle, and Hall stretched out his hands to wrap around Saber's waist, feeling a strange feeling in his heart, even though he would not back down even with the mighty force in front of him during the battle, his waist was very slender, and there was still room to hug Saber. One can't help but want to hug it tightly.

Saber's body froze slightly, she was not used to twisting her body.

"what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, let's go now, Master, please hold on tight."

Hall couldn't see Saber's expression from behind, but he could see the delicate and charming earlobes.

buzz~

The motorcycle started, like a ferocious beast waking up from a deep sleep and let out a deep roar. Saber turned the handlebar, and suddenly there was a violent pull on the two of them. The motorcycle rushed out like an arrow off the string, and disappeared in the backyard of the castle in the blink of an eye.

There is a hidden road behind the castle leading to Tuliphas, which can be taken from there.

The scenery on both sides flew past, to the point where the naked eye could not see clearly, Hall secretly marveled at Saber's driving skills, the speed could already compete with that of an airplane, yet he was able to nimbly and gracefully cross many mountain road curves.

More exciting than riding a roller coaster!

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The setting sun is setting in the west, and the road in the wilderness can only see a blush on the horizon. With the singing of unknown birds, the world is about to be shrouded in darkness.

On the deserted road, the silver-haired, golden-eyed woman looked up at the two servants on the road sign, and laughed disdainfully: "Caster and Rider on the red side, have they come to welcome me so soon? I'm really welcome. "

The blue-haired Caster standing on the road sign squinted his eyes to look at her, and snorted, "Are you Ruler? You don't look like it no matter what."

Ruler giggled and chuckled: "It doesn't look like it? It doesn't look like it? Giggle giggle, it really doesn't look like it, so what does it matter."

Another follower was sitting on the road sign, leaning on a long gun on his shoulder, looking down at Ruler with interest and said: "It really doesn't matter, whether you look like it or not, you have to leave today, but in order to deal with a mere Ruler, he even dispatched I lost three servants, and what's more, there was me inside, I was really underestimated by the Master."

Caster warned: "Rider, it's better not to be careless, the other party is not an ordinary servant, and the rank is more beneficial to the other party."

Rider stood up, his tall body showing high fighting spirit, and said loudly: "It doesn't matter, if there can be a fighter who beat me, it will only make me happier. After sitting here and waiting for so long, my body is almost rusting."

Ruler spread his hands, his tone was bitter and full of sarcasm: "The so-called heroes are all such crazy guys, I'm so disappointed, knowing that I am the Ruler who ruled this Holy Grail War and planned to attack me, you... are out of the game .”

His expression and tone suddenly changed, and Ruler announced loudly: "Come on, shout out in hell! Roar out the joy of birth, the hatred of birth, and the despair of birth!"

"La Grondement Du Haine! [Roar! My wrath!]"

Boom~!

The flames from hell soared into the sky, spread up from the road sign, and burned it into molten iron in less than a second.