I'm Shenji, what are you doing?

The summoning was successful, it can be said that it was easy.

At the same time as the miracle happened, the ability data of the summoned heroic spirit also flowed into Weber's consciousness. His job title is Rider, and his attributes have increased slightly compared to ten years ago, which has witnessed his growth.

Immediately afterwards, a huge figure slowly stood up from the summoning formation filled with white smoke.

His eyes were sharp and burning like a torch. The muscles on his body are stronger than those of a heavyweight bodybuilding champion, exuding an indescribable sense of wildness and oppression.

Even though Weber had grown from less than 1.6 meters back then to a tall man who was four centimeters taller than the eight-foot-long Mr. Zhuge, he still looked very small compared to the man in front of him - both horizontally and vertically.

His beard and hair were so thick that they covered the entire outline of his face. He was wearing a cloak made of the same material as the holy relics placed aside, and he spoke.

"Oh, I'm glad that I can be attracted to you. Iskandar, the conquering king, will open up a path for you! I want to ask you, are you my master?"

The voice was so heavy and loud that even the earth trembled, and the young girls who were still immersed in the heroic spirit summoning ceremony couldn't help but cover their ears.

Weber showed no reaction and stared blankly at the giant man walking out of the summoner, a voice echoing in his heart.

I saw him again. I finally saw him again.

The conquering king who annihilated the Achaemenid dynasty of the Persian Empire and established countries from Greece to northwest India was the world's first huge empire, and he was loyal to the king.

"I ask you, are you my master?"

The thunderous voice sounded again, and the Conqueror King asked the question a second time without waiting for a response. It was obviously no different from the first time he asked the question, but the joy on Weber's face disappeared completely.

The summoning was successful, but his purpose was not achieved.

In the past, walking to catch chickens, the self-torture was not only to commemorate the first encounter ten years ago, but also a layer of fantasy hidden deep in his heart - he hoped to use this method to strengthen the bond between the two so that Iskandar could remember Pick him up.

Unfortunately, although the rules set by the Great Holy Grail are not absolute, they cannot be broken in such a simple way. The servants in front of them are just familiar strangers after all.

"Hmm...could it be that the Master I met this time was a slow-witted idiot?"

When there was no response the second time, Iskandar pinched his chin with two fingers, confusion evident on his face.

"Listen up, young man, the most important thing in war is speed. Slowness is a taboo. You are the master of this conquering king, and you want to accompany me to conquer the world."

Weber had no reaction to these words, but the other person showed obvious dissatisfaction.

"Ah, ah, it turns out that he is still the same as before. He is an idiot who can relate anything to the war. He is an idiot who only thinks about conquest and has no regard for the consequences. He is a arrogant guy who always talks to himself and pulls people into the chariot. "

"Huh? This voice..."

Hearing the complaints from behind, Iskandar's expression became even weirder. Turning around, the weirdness suddenly turned into a surprise.

"It's really you!!! Thank God, it's so good, so lucky, blah blah blah."

While talking and laughing, the rugged king walked towards the female warrior who had put on modern clothes. His eyes, eyebrows, and corners of his mouth were all curved, making everyone feel the joy from the heart.

"Are you wearing modern clothes? It feels really good. I should also change into one. After all, we are going to conquer this world. Let us step through the world with iron hooves again!!! My half body, no , my sister."

Iskandar treats Hephaestion like a brother, so it is not surprising that he treats Hephaestion's sister as his own.

"Stop talking to yourself, you war maniac!"

Faker didn't appreciate Iskandar's joy and invitation, and slapped Iskandar's extended hand away.

"You finally came to this world and got a second life. Are you still thinking about starting a war?"

"That's of course." The King of Conqueror was not angry at being treated rudely by his subordinates, and said with an undiminished smile, "The world is so vast, and it is the stage that belongs to the overlord... Hmm, we should get a map first. , determine the current position and the position of Macedonia. Then capture the countries along the way one by one, and return to Macedonia in triumph, letting the people in my hometown celebrate the rebirth of this king - ah, why did you kick me."

Iskandar became more and more excited as he talked. Faker, who couldn't stand it anymore, kicked him directly, finally interrupting his excitement.

"Because otherwise you, this war maniac, can't stop at all. You have been like this ever since... you stop playing when you talk about war. I should have discovered it earlier. In this case, maybe it wouldn't be like that?"

Faker's mood became a little depressed. During the period before going to Fuyuki, she spent most of her time in the small library in Weber's office, where there were various books about Macedonia collected by Weber. She read a lot and thought a lot.

"Uh, what's this and that? Tell me clearly." Iskandar, who had just been summoned and lost the memory of his last summons, naturally didn't know what Faker was thinking.

"If you don't let me say it, I will say it."

Faker snorted coldly. It was just for this moment that she chose to accept the new contract and stay in the world, staying with a man he couldn't stand. She had to find out, she had to hear the answer from his mouth herself!

"O king, my king."

She shouted and questioned loudly.

"Why do you pursue this kind of place? Why don't you give up this kind of thing? Why can't you let go even though you know it's just a dream?"

Roar loudly and rebuke loudly.

"Why would you forgive those idiots? Those guys ruined everything for you and your life, why are you still willing to accept them? Why are you still willing to get along with those idiots after knowing the outcome? Those idiots What qualifications do I have to continue to follow you?"

The voice got louder and louder, and in the end it became a bit more crying. She had the soul of a warrior and had an iron will. Only the collapse of her life and faith would make her so emotional.

"Why does the 'King's Army' exist? Don't you hate those idiots at all?"

As spectacular as the trump card that Iskandar boasted was, the anger in Faker's heart was so intense.

Incomprehensible, incomprehensible. As the king's shadow warrior, she should be the one who knows the king best, but she really doesn't understand why such a thing happened.

"Answer me, Iskandar!"

PS: In ancient China, the height was eight feet or 184cm.