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

Subconsciously, he clicked on the picture again. It was a selfie. Mordred was standing at the door of the control room with a silly smile on his face and countless dragon fangs in his arms!

Minashel's eyes suddenly became sharp, and he exited the screen-peek mode.

【Menechel: Where are you? 】

After sending the message, Minashel raised his head vigilantly, put down his phone, and looked around to make sure there were no suspicious people around who noticed this side.

But after waiting for a while, Minichel did not feel his phone vibrate again. Like an anxious expectant father waiting outside the delivery room, Minichel raised his head quickly and saw a scene that made his eyes burst - his message became the last message in the group chat. Not only that, the person he had originally @ secretly withdrew the message when he was not paying attention.

——This evil disciple!

He slid his finger to exit the group chat, turned around and returned in the direction he came from. He wanted to go offline and kill this little girl alone!

"Sir Menachel, please don't damage the communication equipment. You will have to pay for replacing it."

Gawain's voice came closer and closer. The blond knight pushed through the crowd and walked towards this side. The three suspicious hearts in his arms were gone. Gawain held the phone in both hands with a solemn expression as if he was on a pilgrimage.

"Gawain, have you seen Mordred?"

"No."

The two sides stared at each other in the air for several seconds, neither willing to give in. Minachell bared his teeth and looked away: "Okay, if you don't tell me, I'll go find it myself."

But Gawain grabbed Menechel's hand and dragged him for several meters. Seeing that Gawain was still unwilling to let go, he had to stop.

"What benefit did Mordred give you to make you fight so hard?"

He remembered that it was just like this when Gao Wen was collecting debts from Kai.

Gawain's face gradually became embarrassed, but he couldn't just do nothing after receiving the benefit from others. In order to bring the third form of my king home, he was short of materials recently - not to mention that Mordred only paid half of the deposit!

"The Master should have said that this special ceremonial dress can be used not only to convey information but also to help new Servants understand the current situation."

"How do you know?"

“Through a game.”

“Isn’t this just a cell phone?”

Menechel snorted twice, took a step forward and was about to continue walking forward. He was a regular user of the Holy Grail War. These modern tricks might fool Gawain, Lancelot and other nerds who were bored on the Throne of Heroes, but they couldn't fool him who was well-informed.

"But you can experience the Master's happiness on it."

Menechel did not stop, he did not think that the Master was happier than him.

"You can even spend materials to train yourself to fight."

Menechel still did not stop, he could fight on his own.

"My king! My king! There is a king card pool soon!"

Menechel paused, and Gawain, who had been dragging along with him while holding onto his arm, suddenly lost traction and fell forward due to his unstable center of gravity.

"My king?" Menechel narrowed his eyes slightly and repeated Gawain's words: "Could it be that——"

"exactly."

Gawain raised the corners of his mouth, outlining an unfathomable smile. He raised his mobile phone, and the picture on the screen made Menachere gasp, and his eyes immediately became awe-inspiring.

The stern knight riding a black horse and wearing black armor in the picture is undoubtedly Altria herself, but what really makes people unable to take their eyes off is Altria's tall and plump figure.

Menechel opened and closed his eyes, closed and opened them again. After a long while, he spoke as if he had made a major decision: "There are too many people here, it's not a place to discuss important matters."

(End of this chapter)

About this volume, let me reiterate

About this volume, let me reiterate

This is the tone of this volume. There is no clear plot, no fierce battles, just a dull daily life. The battle plots are compact in the first three volumes and the last three volumes. This volume is just like its title, a rest. It is the trivial matters between Menechel and his friends after they have lost their sense of mission and responsibility. If you don't like this kind of daily life or feel bored, you can skip this volume. This volume will not be too long and it just serves as a transition.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 195 VOLGRand Order

Although Chaldea has a perfect operating model conceived by a genius, it gets rid of the operating model where a Master can only provide magic for one Servant by weakening the Servant before descending.

First summon and then use materials collected from various eras to revive the weakened servants of Chaldea, realizing the plan of getting on the bus first and buying the ticket later.

But servants have all kinds of personalities, and not all of them will work hard with the lofty ideal of saving humanity. There will always be black sheep like Menechel, so Leonardo da Vinci, the genius in charge of Chaldea's finances and technological development, came up with a brilliant idea - just let these servants go into debt, and in order to pay off the debt, these arrogant heroes will definitely work hard to make money.

All Chaldea had to pay was a batch of obsolete equipment. With the help of two other servants, Da Vinci successfully developed an [imitation mobile phone]. As for the game, is there anything more lucrative than the Master's journey to save the world?

Not motivated? No problem, you'll always want to play your own character in the game, right? Still not interested? No problem, Chaldea has so many servants and so much spiritual information, there will always be one that you're interested in.

It has to be said that Leonardo da Vinci's idea was indeed genius. It also mobilized the subjective initiative of a large number of servants in Chaldea, allowing the aging machine of Chaldea to start running again.

But it is undeniable that Da Vinci's idea is evil enough. Countless players with low luck values ​​would like to hang the profiteers who charge sky-high recharge fees on street lamps.

For example, Minachell at this moment. As soon as the card pool was opened, Minachell immediately made a lightning-fast landing.

The scanning time is accurate to the second.

However, his heroic spirit was completely shattered by the shock of the three Dariuses and two black keys. Menechel stared blankly at Darius on the screen, grinning at him with a mouthful of gold teeth, and fell into deep thought.

One hundred and twenty draws, he was unwilling to believe that he had no compatibility with Altria at all - perhaps because of the card pool multiplier.

So someone quit the game and joined the group chat with a fluke mentality, but was hit critically in an instant.

[The Knight on the Lake Passing by: Twenty draws, my king finally responded to my call, thank you my king, picture.JPG]

He no longer had the heart to click on the picture and scrolled upwards through the information, but the more he scrolled, the gloomier Minechel's expression became.

At this moment, the information below was refreshed again, and Minashel slid to the lowest end at a speed almost as fast as swinging a sword at a strong enemy.

[Loyal Sun Knight: Look at my lineup. Server peak.JPG]

Menichelle's expression was completely lost. He saw three identical faces in the team, shining with five-star and four-star golden light, which was completely different from the black-skinned Berserkers with big golden teeth. They had exquisite portraits with spiritual bases broken through to the limit. Even through the screen, one could still feel the powerful power of the emperor. Among them, the tall and blond knight lady was even more eye-catching.

The achievement of the first full-level Altria in Chaldea - just one move away, how could he, an undefeated knight, lose to Gawain in such a crucial war?

Menechel's body trembled as if he had been electrocuted. He enlarged the picture and scanned it inch by inch with his sharp eyes that could see through countless conspiracies and tricks, but his typing movements did not slow down at all.

[Europe's No. 1 Knight: Impossible, absolutely impossible! There is something wrong with your interface. You must have done something as crazy as photoshopping the picture.]

Minashel, who quietly changed his nickname in an attempt to fish in troubled waters, once again caused a freeze in the group when he showed up again.

About half a minute later, no one dared to leave a message for Menichelle, and Menichelle could only stare at the screen of his phone. After another moment, perhaps Gawain felt that it was too pitiful to leave Menichelle alone like this.

[Loyal Sun Knight: Menechel, you didn't draw it...]

He did not refute Menechel's argument, but he completely defeated the speaker from various angles.

The phone fell weakly, and Minechel comforted himself, it’s okay, Darius’s gold teeth are still cute.

A clumsy lie could not deceive myself, Menachel, and stopped thinking.

The door was forcefully pushed open, and the bright light from the corridor shone into the dim room.

"You, ah." Seeing Menachere in such a state, the visitor couldn't help but sigh helplessly. She walked up to Menachere, lifted him up from the ground by his shoulders and said, "Brother, please show your pride as the first knight. Being obsessed with such toys is a disgrace to your reputation of being decisive and ruthless."

Avril's series of actions were so skillful that Menechelle didn't notice anything wrong for a moment. He half-leaned on Avril, just like when he was drunk and was helped back to bed by a girl.

"Avril, have you shipped the goods too?" Minachell's voice was weak, his head resting on Avril's shoulder. After a moment, he raised his head hesitantly: "How did you get into my room? I remember I locked the door."

In order to prevent others from stealing his great fortune, he locked the door before opening the game. There is only one key, and even if he is defeated, there will be no drops such as spare keys.

Avril raised her hand expressionlessly and pressed Minachell's head back down. She felt as if she was coaxing an elementary school boy: "Don't worry, I'm the same as you. I didn't take anything out."

Avril did not lie. She was one of the few Servants in Chaldea who was wary of the game invented by Leonardo da Vinci. She had not fallen into the hell made of data since she responded to the summons from the third singularity.

Neither her acquaintances during her lifetime nor the rumored King Arthur she admired were enough to attract her!

Thinking of this, Avril turned her head from the side where Minachell couldn't see and looked at the portrait of the Knight King left on the mobile phone on the bedside. She frowned slightly, and her expression returned to calm when Minachell looked up.

"Instead of indulging in a game that will get you nothing, it's better to get familiar with the environment of Chaldea."

Suddenly finding a soulmate among a group of shipping seals, Minachell felt as if he had been granted amnesty. His body was instantly filled with strength. He hugged Avril's small body and said, "Avril, it's great to meet you."

"Hey!"

The coldness on Avril's face quickly disappeared. She felt an unprecedented warm embrace and was a little at a loss for a moment, but she quickly forced herself to calm down. She put her arms around Minechel's body and stood on tiptoe to pat the back of his neck gently like comforting a child.

Avril, who had lurked in just to pull her brother out of the hell, but suddenly received an unexpected surprise, looked at the portrait of a certain Knight King lying quietly in her phone with admiration.

——I misunderstood you, you are still quite useful.

According to the setting, the only Slowpoke Kings in Chaldea are Black Slowpoke, Blue Slowpoke and Black Gun Slowpoke. They only have spirit base records and cannot be summoned.

Chapter 196 VOL A Match for the Match

It is said that chess originated from sandbox simulation during the Warring States Period in China.

As a knight leading an army into battle, how could he not give it a try in Chaldea where supplies were plentiful? So, with the lofty ideal of freeing his best friend from the virtual game environment, Menechel broke into Gawain's room holding a borrowed chess set.

It's a pity that chess is only suitable for two-player duels. If there is only one opponent, Minashel thinks it will be difficult for him to muster up the energy.

So it is understandable that we are slightly at a disadvantage.

He quietly raised his eyes to look at Gawain, only to find that this guy was staring at the chessboard without blinking, leaving no chance for Menechel to regret his move.

'It's just a game, but you take it so seriously.'

Thinking indignantly in his heart, Menechelle made a random move. Gawain was not in a hurry to make the next move. He fiddled with his chess pieces and asked, "Why did you suddenly think of playing board games today? Where's your sister?"

Menechel, who had given up his internet addiction a few days ago, had been inseparable from Avril. Gawain would face a frosty gaze whenever he got close to them, so he didn't even have time to talk to Menechel about the new game project.

"For some reason, Avril was evasive early in the morning today. I later asked Galahad and found out that she went to the training ground to practice." Minachell was easily diverted. He sighed and said, "Really, rely on me more."

"If you call Sir Matthew like this and Sir Lancelot hears you, he will definitely fight you regardless."

"The spiritual base is the same anyway." Menechel muttered, his eyes gradually became sharper: "By the way, Gawain, do you really think that little girl is qualified to stand on the round table, or the seat of disaster?"

"I know, I know. You can't stand the younger generation who takes your place." Gawain moved his chess piece forward one square and directly used the "Checkmate" method on Menechel. He raised his head and looked at Menechel.

The first knight, Menechel, was not a Knight of the Round Table. Even the Round Table was not established until after his death. Although he was labeled a traitor, the king still reserved his seat in the Round Table because of his merits, which was Galahad's Seat of Disaster.

On the other hand, Menechel's life was extraordinary, and no one could accompany him - even Gawain, his best friend, could not understand this loneliness until he became a Heroic Spirit and looked back on his life.

"That's not what I'm talking about. My dissatisfaction with Galahad will not be transferred to that little girl." Menechel stared at the chessboard, his face darkening. "I just simply think that she is too weak."

"Learning to be selfish and cruel is the first step to becoming stronger."

As he finished speaking, Menechel sacrificed his last "horse" to save his "general".

Gawain said nothing. He had expected Menechel to play chess this way, and he followed up with his cannon like a whirlwind.

Cold sweat instantly broke out on Menechel's forehead.

Gawain raised his face, his gentle eyes now filled with murderous sharpness. He opened his mouth and uttered a cold voice that sentenced the thief to death: "Menechel, checkmate."

"Nonsense!"

Menachel glanced left and right, and finally gritted his teeth and moved the "king" that represented himself one square to the side.

Gawain looked down upon his opponent's final dying struggle, but he also had reasons why he could not lose - for the sake of his king, he had already spent all his savings, and only by defeating Menechel could he obtain the wine he had not tasted for a long time.

What's more, the wine obtained by [defeating Menechel] is an epic delicacy comparable to [Kai's active banquet].

He ruthlessly moved the "soldiers", and the black "general" was forcefully pushed off the stage of history.

But before Gawain could smile victoriously, a huge force forcefully pushed his "soldier" away.

"Don't get too proud too early."

Menechel raised his head, his eyes blazing with the fire of an indomitable fighter.

Looking at this look, Gao Wen showed a gratified smile as if he had met a worthy opponent - yes, it was this expression. Only if you refuse to admit defeat can I drink more of your wine!

Whether it's best of three or best of five, he won't refuse!

Menechel looked at Gawain with a serious expression. He spoke word by word: "Your soldiers can't hurt me at all."

"what!"

Gao Wen seemed to suddenly remember something, and his expression turned grim.

"That's right. This 'general' is the projection of my life. How can a nobody under your command defeat him?"

Menechel took Gawain's "soldier" and said seriously, "It should be your soldier who tried to assassinate me, but I killed him instead."

——There are such shameless people in the world!