Next, Shen Er, what's your business?

Chapter 163 The Survivor ([-])

the next day.

Fuyuki City TV station broadcast such a news.

"Last night, a small meteorite flew over Fuyuki City, and many citizens saw a bright flash of light. According to eyewitnesses, people felt vibrations in the house, heard a roar, and set off car alarms. Another eyewitness said, 'There was an explosion, somewhere far away, but it was buzzing'."

"The meteorite finally fell into the Liudong Temple on the top of Yuanzang Mountain. The traces of the meteorite hitting the ground can be clearly seen at the scene. According to the description of the monks practicing in Liudong Temple, last night"

"Meteorite, this is the first time I've seen such news after living here for so many years."

"Yeah, yeah, but it's really lucky, it just landed on the square of the temple, and no one was hurt."

At the McKenzie's dinner table, Gulan and Martha chattered.

Weber drank the milk but didn't speak.He knew very well that this was caused by the aftermath of the Holy Grail War, and there was no further damage, which proved that the last master and servants had always maintained a certain degree of restraint, but he didn't know which group of people won the final victory.

No matter who the final winner is, from today onwards, there will be no more strange events that will threaten the night of Fuyuki City. The Fourth Holy Grail War, which caused a series of commotions, has officially come to an end last night.

Recalling the fierceness of this war, Weber deeply realized how precious a miracle it was for him to be alive, and at the same time thanked this war from the bottom of his heart, where he gained the most precious things in his life.

"Weber, Weber—"

Mrs. Martha's calling interrupted Weber's thoughts.

"Has Mr. Alex returned home safely?"

Alex is the pseudonym of Iskandar, taking the first few syllables of Alexandria.

The burly man who has been staying at this house for the past few days returned home yesterday because of an urgent matter.In his place, Weber thanked the two couples for their hospitality and expressed apology for leaving without saying goodbye.

"He rang from Heathrow in the wee hours of the morning. The guy was so rude and had no idea about jet lag."

The improvised lie did not shake his heart.Unexpectedly, he had developed such a thick skin, even Weber himself was surprised.

"Is there a telephone? I didn't even notice. But that's his style, isn't it?"

Madam nodded with a chuckle, then turned her gaze back to the TV screen.

The news about the meteorite has passed, it is just a little adjustment, and it will never be the protagonist of life.

And Weber also made a certain decision because of the news switch.

"...Grandpa, grandma. I have something I want to talk to you about, can I?"

Hearing Wei Bo's voice slightly different from usual, the old couple put down the coffee they were drinking.

"what happened?"

"Well, actually—"

"Ding dong~"

The sound of the doorbell interrupted Weber's speech.

"Who could it be so early in the morning?"

Amidst Mrs. Martha's chanting, Old Man Gulan slowly left his seat and opened the door.

"Hello, is this the McKenzie's house?" The young man with black hair and dark eyes asked softly with a gentle smile.

"Yes, I am McKenzie, may I ask who you are?" The old man was sure that he did not know the young man in front of him.

"Excuse me, I'm a friend of Weber's, and I need him for something." The young man scratched his head embarrassingly.

"Oh, it's Wei Bo's friend, come in and sit down." The old man enthusiastically waved to the young man, "We are having breakfast, have you eaten? Would you like to have some with us?"

"No, I've already eaten." The young man shook his head, followed the old man into this small but warm home, "Hey, Weber."

"Ass—"

The young man stared, and stared back at the address that Weber almost blurted out, and then mouthed "Kusuo".

Wei Bo quickly changed his words: "Hey, Kusuo, why are you free to come and find me today?"

"Isn't this busy all the time? I just finished my work last night, so I came here to fulfill the agreement I made with you a while ago." Shinji who appeared as "Saiki Kusuo" looked familiar, and his acting skills made Weber I admire it.

"What... what agreement?"

"The duel, the duel between you and me, we agreed, we will use the game to have a wonderful duel."

The expression that Weber managed to fake was completely froze. There were too many jokes in what he said just now, and he didn't know how to complain.

First of all, the duel was decided by you unilaterally, and I did not agree.

Second, isn't that duel a contest of magic?When did it become a game?

Third, this is an excuse, it must be, you are definitely not looking for me for this!
Due to the presence of the McKenzies and his wife, Weber couldn't ask in detail, so he could only respond vaguely while eliminating the bread and eggs on the table as quickly as possible.

Three minutes later, Weber left the sentence "I won't come back for lunch" and rushed out of the gate.

Seeing the eagerness of the "grandson", Mrs. Martha couldn't help but sigh: "Is the charm of the game so great?"

"Maybe, isn't Mr. Alex the same?" Gulan blinked his eyes calmly.

"That's what he said."

On the other side, Weber ran all the way, running a full 1000 meters, and stopped after making sure that it would not affect the McKenzie's house.

Looking back, that "Saiki Kusuo" didn't blush, stood aside without panting, couldn't help being discouraged for a while, and said with a bitter face:
"Master of Assassin, what do you want from me?"

"I said, I want you to play games, you can choose the grand strategy series." Shen Er crossed his arms and said with a half-smile.

"Can you stop joking?" Weber was about to cry.

"Okay, stop teasing you, come with me to meet someone." Shen Er pointed to the side of the road, where a black car was parked.

"Who?"

"You'll know when you arrive, let's go."

"Uh, can I not go?"

"What do you say?"

"No, you can't."

The final struggle failed, and Weber could only accept reality with his head downcast.

But he didn't lose his fighting spirit, he had already accepted that order, no matter what, he had to live on, that was the king's order, and he would spend his whole life to carry out the order.

The car drove away from the suburbs smoothly, drove into the high-end residences in Miyama Town, and stopped in front of a European-style villa with a history of more than 100 years.

In the basement of the villa, Weber saw a man, a man who had changed a lot.

The originally full cheeks became thinner, the light yellow hair that had been picked up with pomade hangs down naturally, and the eyes that are always high and high are dull and dull. He is obviously about 30 years old, but reveals the breath of twilight.

Weber was stunned, it was difficult for him to connect the man in front of him with the famous clock tower genius in his memory.

In a daze, he once again uttered the name that he thought he would never utter in his life.

"Teacher, Mr. Kenneth."

(End of this chapter)