The Undying Death Knight failed to achieve the ending of the Heroic Spirit

——I'm sorry, the other me, this is a necessary sacrifice.

Guilt inevitably welled up in her heart.

Morgan:?

"You may have misunderstood something." Morgan added: "My [sister] is also not interested in my things. Her goal is your side."

Artoria:?

Artoria:!

She is actually from another world, sorry to herself first!

"Don't worry, I will take action. But as a price -"

Speaking of this, Morgan couldn't help but laugh at himself. She had always been unwilling to believe in the so-called fate, but it was undeniable that the root cause of her relationship with him was indeed because of Arturia.

'Maybe it can succeed. '

"From now on, when the spirit base is summoned, you have to go to the summoning room with me and wait."

In Jason's new interlude, it is mentioned that Jason is undergoing a training called learning to observe the 2.51 experience, that is, watching Chaldea's record in 2.51. The same is true for Artoria here. Viewed 2.6 records

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 505 VOL Minai cannot achieve the ending of the Holy Sword Master

Menechiel was walking quietly in the corridors of Chaldea. He had just undergone a cruel trial called Record Synchronization of the Sixth Lostbelt.

But he obviously did not have the ability to block breath, but at the next corner, the door suddenly opened and an arm hooked around Menechelle's neck and pulled him in forcefully.

But before Menechelle could respond, the familiar manic laughter caused his expression to seamlessly switch to gnashing of teeth.

"Hey, isn't this the [Invincible First Knight]?" Kai let go of Menechelle's hand: "I heard that you went to receive the spiritual records of the Sixth Lostbelt, why were you like this on the way back? You are so sneaky, why are you afraid of meeting us?"

"Huh, what's there to be afraid of from the rabble?"

"But I heard that your record in the Sixth Lostbelt was to kill one of Morgan's puppets. It was really impressive."

Menechelle: (#)

He knew he would face such humiliation! He originally thought that he would be careful enough by taking a detour back to his room, but he never thought that Kai would actually ambush him in his room.

"How will you be here?"

Menechelle asked almost word for word.

"Oh, it's okay, Gawain will be here soon."

Who asked you!

Menechelle took a deep breath. Based on his understanding of Kai, tolerance and evasion will only increase the opponent's arrogance. Now he should take the initiative to fight against each other:

"That's better than you not even being qualified to be summoned!"

"Indeed." Kesha nodded thoughtfully: "After all, even if I am summoned to that land, I will not be able to play a role that is better than nothing than you."

"Bold maniac!"

Menechelle was furious, and when he showed Kai his increasingly improved naked wrestling skills, he hit a golden lock that made Kai slap the floor with joy.

The door was pushed open again.

"It's so lively." Gawain happily walked in with a bottle of wine: "I feel relieved to see Kai so energetic."

Kai temporarily lost the ability to speak because of his excitement, and could only express his joy at being reunited by tapping the floor more and more frequently.

"Kai was just unhappy because he was not summoned in the Sixth Lostbelt."

"What's the point? Isn't Mordred not here?" Menechelle seemed unconcerned: "But - with Kai's strength, it seems that he can't stand up to the challenge."

"Hmph." As soon as Menechelle let go, Kai got up again: "I can at least hold on until I meet Fujimaru Ritsuka, instead of taking the important son of prophecy straight to the enemy's base camp. From this point of view, if not Because there is no [Kai] there, I can’t use my fists and kicks. I am indeed more useful than you.”

"Nonsense! Why do you choose this kind of thing to say!" Menechelle pointed to her chest: "I am Grand Saber! Do you know Grand Saber? The pinnacle of Saber. As long as you are Saber, you are shorter than me. One head!"

"what?"

"Forehead……"

In this regard, Kai and Gawain's attitudes are surprisingly consistent.

"That is the identity of the Holy Swordsman of the Lost Belt. What does it have to do with you?"

"There are some differences in personality. At least as far as I know, one is brave enough to wander for fourteen thousand years for an illusory ideal, just enough not to let personal feelings affect his judgment, and honest enough to correct his mistakes when he realizes them. , so noble as to give the enemy time to prepare, satisfies almost all the virtues of chivalry.”

Gawain tried his best to speak in a tactful tone: "And Menechelle, you...well, you have a very unique personality."

But the words he stopped mid-sentence were more hurtful than the words he finished.

As if he realized this, Gawain immediately made amends: "At least Menechelle, you are very affectionate. When you saw me being summoned, at least you wouldn't beat me up without even giving me a chance to speak. go back."

Compared to Gawain's tact, Kai seems to have a much more venomous tongue.

"He likes Morgan and you do too?"

"Gurgle." As if his throat was tightly grasped, Minashel was unable to refute Kai's ridicule directly. His face turned red as he watched Kai gasping for breath.

"The boy's blush is worth a thousand words. Admit it, the stronger one is the Holy Sword Master. Your only record is to defeat Morgan's clone."

Menechelle suddenly stood up, and Kai also took a defensive posture. But there was no Qing Bi Jin Jian Suo 2.0 as expected, and Menechelle straightened out her wrinkled clothes.

"How is it possible? How can I, a majestic Holy Sword user, get angry with weak words?"

Gawain: "?"

Kai: "?"

Kai and Gawain looked at each other and saw the answer in each other's eyes.

"There is no abnormal magic power, it is not an illusion."

"Could it be that his body was taken away from him?"

"Is it Assassin who has the ability to disguise? When?"

Instead of getting angry because of these impolite speculations, Menechelle sat back down again.

"There is no need to use such tactics to deal with me. How can I, a great Holy Sword user, be compared with mediocre people like you?"

He was now going to show the two insects in front of him why he was the First Knight.

Whatever the Holy Sword User can do, he can do it too!

Looking at Menechel, who had a solemn look on his face after sitting down like an old monk, the atmosphere fell into a brief silence.

"Speaking of the Holy Sword User." Gawain suddenly remembered: "I met Ezequiel on the way here."

"What's wrong with him? Is he being pestered by Morgan? Double Happiness...ahem."

Menechelle, who had looked like a worldly master just a moment ago, immediately showed interest.

"No, he was thinking about the reason why the Holy Sword user in the Lost Belt had the pseudonym [Ezequiel]. He said that this is your recognition of him."

Gawain poured himself a glass of wine. It was immediately taken away by Menechelle. He had to pour another glass. Then Gawain slapped Kai's unclean hand away as he tried to take his glass.

"In his original words, [I was once commented on my swordsmanship by the number one knight at my peak]. Is this true or false?"

"how is this possible?"

Kai immediately shook his head. Although Menechiel and the two of them got together and merged into the three heroes of the tavern, it felt like an elementary school boy's dinner party. But as long as they were separated, Menechiel was Camelot's second-in-command and the first person in hand-to-hand combat. It was absolutely impossible to get Menechel to approve of it.

"It seems that this is indeed the case."

Menechelle frowned, and with the help of the feedback from the Holy Grail, he had a deeper understanding of some details.

"He drew his sword at me too slowly, and then I casually said - trash."

At the end of the sentence, Menechelle became uncertain again. Would anyone really talk about such a thing as something worth showing off?

He coughed lightly and regained his composure: "But his sincere courage and determination deserve recognition."

The Holy Swordsman will never laugh at a brave person.

Looking at Menechelle, who was pretending to be serious, Gawain and Kai looked at each other. They raised their glasses to each other and saw determination in each other's eyes.

In the end, the self-restraint of the Holy Swordsman Menechel did not last for half a day. After that, he was blocked in a single toilet room by Kai and Gawain because of drinking too much. He was stabbed in the back by two of his best friends, resulting in a direct failure.

Director Goldruff, who happened to be in the same toilet at the time, was also affected and was trapped in the toilet for half an hour.

The plot of this chapter is a bit short, so I’ll post it first.

Chapter 506 VOL Amazing Wisdom

"Ahem, Artoria, isn't that too presumptuous?"

Menechelle stayed in the cafeteria with two friends last night, but everything has two sides. Fortunately, his body was picked up by Altria Alter who came to have breakfast this morning, and then he was accompanied by the lovely Black Miss Wang spent the day wandering around with nothing to do.

As dusk approached, he was beguiled by Alter's words "There is a floor in my room", and he immediately said that "something as rare as a floor must be seen with one's own eyes", so he had the present idea. Case.

Arturia opened the door and stroked Menechelle's back with one hand: "What's so presumptuous about this? I won't do anything to you."

"But……"

Half pushed, Menechelle walked into Altria Alter's room with excitement and nervousness.

"Do not talk."

Altria Alter turned around, put her hands around Menechelle's belt and went to the door. Menechelle could feel the greedy breathing on her chest.

"Artoria, please be normal."

"I haven't seen you for so long and I miss you a little. I'll just give you a hug. It'll be okay."

——But what you said are all my words.

Menechelle felt strange, as if a punch had been punched on cotton. The confusion he showed was not because he was uneasy when he came to Alteria's room for the first time, but because after everything he could say had been said, he didn't know what to say.

He bit the tip of his tongue to suppress the rising blood.

'No, you can't force that kind of thing on yourself, at least you have to wait for Artoria's consent. '

Arturia raised her head from Menechelle's unconsciously tight arms, raised the corners of her mouth and looked at Menechelle with sly eyes, whose face was flushed by her words of teasing.

Although using this word to describe Menechelle might make her feel a little sorry for his illustrious reputation, Altria Alter still raised the corners of her lips: "So cute."

"Cute...?!"

He was so excited that his voice even broke, but in the face of the powerful Black King, he unconsciously kept his head down. Menechelle turned her face sideways and tried to remain calm: "Stop teasing me, Artoria."

"Cuteer."

The cheeks that were originally just a little red this time were red all the way to the neck, and there seemed to be steam steaming out of them.

Artoria Alter's curved eyes looked narrow and narrow because of the narrowness.

'Next, it's time for dinner. '

With this thought in mind, Altria Alter stood on tiptoes and raised her arms to wrap around Menechelle's neck.

but--

Ring!

Arturia withdrew her arm expressionlessly. She took out the communication gift and was about to cancel the magic power supply to avoid being harmed.

However, before doing so, Alter first saw the name displayed on it.

"Lanmarok"

Altria Alter glanced again at Menechelle who pretended that nothing happened just now.

She answered the call and placed it between her and Menechelle.

——Give your other half a sufficient sense of security. Alter knows that this is a red note that is highlighted in all love books and is a necessary factor to maintain a long-term relationship.

"King." A familiar neutral voice came from the communication gift: "I have already picked up the book you asked me to buy, and I will deliver it to you right away."

--now?

Arturia Alter glanced at Menechelle, and Menechelle was also looking at her.

"Put it in your room first, and I'll pick it up later -" The Black King frowned mid-sentence, and his originally casual expression became serious: "No, I'll go get it myself now."

After cutting off the communication, Altria Alter withdrew her hand that was caressing Menechelle's body unconsciously.