Infinite Begins with Giants

Chapter 455 Help
Maybe it's a time difference.

Wuming would say some inexplicable words from time to time, King Dumao knew that the other party seemed to be joking, but she couldn't keep up with the rhythm.

I don't understand why he suddenly became a little happy. To be precise, it's not happy, it seems to be some kind of bad taste of his?
However, this "not a hero" guy can cook, which is more or less a surprise. Since she came to this era, she only had a few decent meals in that winter city in Germany at the beginning of her advent.

After that, I can deal with all kinds of fast food casually, or use bread, hamburgers, milk, etc. to satisfy my hunger.

Ryan skillfully handles meat and various vegetables. His craftsmanship is not bad. He may not be considered a chef, but he is proficient in many dishes through the accumulation of several worlds.

He can make fried rattlesnakes, although few guys would dare to eat them.

Watching him process the ingredients in a smooth manner, Dumao Wang realized that there was an extra meal tonight, so she decided to forget the previous unpleasantness for the time being, at least talk to him after eating.

The few paragraphs that Ryan said on the castle before gave the King of Dumb Mao a lot of stimulation. She is still thinking about the issues he said, although she still has no clue.

"Well, do you need my help?" Dumao Wang stood aside, looking at Wuming who was chopping peppers and asked.

Ren glanced at her and said casually, "Knight King, tidy up the tableware, one set for each."

As for asking her to help, forget it, foodies usually don't know how to cook, this is also a basic law.

"No problem." Dumb Mao Wang suddenly became motivated, or hopeful, and she added, "Well, can I have more of my share?"

"Don't worry, I've prepared a double serving for you."

Ren looked at her with a half-smile. Although this guy always behaved seriously and looked majestic in front of him, he never forgot about eating.

Maybe because he noticed the playfulness in his eyes, King Dumao looked away slightly with a guilty conscience, and then explained solemnly:
"Don't get me wrong, fighting Lancer today is too exhausting, and I need to replenish some energy."

Well, that's right, that's it, she is not gluttonous.

Ren refrained from laughing, only at this time she looks like a little girl, maybe she didn't notice it herself, this is her truest side.

Before pulling out the sword in the stone, King Dumao was also a country girl, although not the French country girl.

Except for the identical face, the two of them both worked on the farm before they started their legendary experience. It is no wonder that Marshal Jill recognized the wrong person, who made them look so similar.

As for that stupid hair, there is also an airport that has become flat.

This can't be helped, women are always fickle, one look a day, tall, short, fat, thin can be adjusted at will, and they like to make up.

Marshal Gil may think that Joan of Arc changed her clothes and hairstyle, which is a trivial matter, not surprising.

He Quanzhen taught the Great Protector how it is possible to admit the wrong person.

Ren held back a smile and said with a "serious" expression: "I understand, soldiers really can't fight hungry."

To a certain extent, the destruction of Britain was also related to the lack of food. Although she was the king, with the sense of responsibility of King Dumao, she would not eat and drink indiscriminately.

Arturia nodded, expressing her high approval for this sentence, and for the first time felt that Wuming was so pleasing to the eye.

.........

Tohsaka House.

Father Mapo is reporting to Nabe King Tokiomi.

He put on a new agent robe, and treated the injury with healing magic before, and he appeared to be unscathed on the surface.

I don't know what Kotomine Kirei was thinking, he didn't talk about anything about Emiya Kiritsugu, he only said that the Hassans never returned after entering the castle.

Even because Ma Po summoned Hassans to deal with Father Kiritsugu, he and Tokiomi didn't even know that Caster had reappeared in front of the castle.

The cooperation between Director Ken and Ma Po is completely about taking advantage of each other, a plastic brotherhood, and the two didn't even exchange information afterwards.

"So, the Einzbern family may be a bit weird, but the most urgent thing is to test Rider's strength."

Tokiomi's face was still calm, he was different from Ma Po, the traditional arrogance of magicians made him not too concerned about magicians like Emiya Kiritsugu.

Kotomine Kirei listened expressionlessly, but actually he was a little absent-minded. Tonight's defeat in this battle was too miserable, but he also faintly noticed some abnormalities.

After discussing with the "model" master and apprentice for a while, Ma Po chose to leave.

After returning to the room, he found that the King of Heroes was lying on the sofa, and the pair of scarlet pupils looked at him with interest.

"Kirei, why didn't you tell your teacher when you got hurt?"

"It's not necessary, it's just a small injury." The expression on Father Mapo's face remained unchanged, and his voice remained steady.

"Oh, then why do you look devastated? It's not like your usual lifeless look."

Jin Shining raised the corners of his mouth, swung the goblet full of mellow wine in his hand, and smiled playfully.

Father Mapo was sitting on the sofa opposite him. It was not the first time that the King of Heroes had appeared in his room, although he didn't know why the other party was interested in him.

"Lost?" Ma Po said to herself.

"That's right, it's as if I've suffered a failure, and I suddenly feel useless and don't know what to do."

Jin Glittering's voice has a strange penetrating power, and the oldest king has a strong insight.

Father Mapo recalled the battle not long ago and remained silent.

He wanted to seek the answer from Father Kiritsugu, but how could he stab each other and communicate with the magician killer when he was completely no match?

"Kirei, you need help." Jin Shining took a sip of the red wine, with a hint of joy in his pupils.

Father Mapo asked a little puzzled, "Help?"

"Yes, without power, you can't continue to pursue the answer, can you? Assassin obviously can't help you."

Kotomine Kirei's expression was still stiff, but thinking that Assassin couldn't even deal with a dryad, he felt quite helpless.

Hassan with Hundred Faces is too weak to leave a single human.

With a slight movement in his heart, Father Mapo subconsciously looked at Gilgamesh, only to find that he was also staring at him.

The Hero King's blood-red pupils stood up, with a wicked smile on his face.

After Tokiomi rescued his daughter, he became as boring as a piece of rotten wood again, he didn't even bother to look at him.

He doesn't care about the vortex of roots, outside the world or anything else, he's only interested in this world as his garden, and has no interest in the places beyond his control.

Fortunately, he found another interesting guy, such a twisted and evil soul, it was worth his effort to cultivate it.

(End of this chapter)