New Show Time

"No." Weston rubbed the dull hair on her head, trying to suppress it but failed: "This time is a lucky teleportation, because I have upgraded again. And even if I die, you will resurrect me Isn't it?"

"Well! I am the half body of my father. You are the meaning of my existence!"

"..." He just said this sentence in front of others. It's the same as the concept of "how rich he lives" when friends show off their relatives who don't usually get along with them during the holidays. It's actually a bit embarrassing to answer in detail.

The fanatical expression on the girl's face made Weston feel slightly unnatural. He changed the subject and turned to Siegfried: "You seem to have fully recovered."

Siegfried nodded: "You are fine."

He felt a little relieved in his heart, because if this man really died because of rescuing him, his Master might not be as calm as he is now.With the girl's ability to calculate the future, it is not impossible for the Holy Grail War to become another phenomenon in order to resurrect this man under madness.

"You, you, you..." Astolfo pointed at Weston with wide eyes, unable to believe that the man escaped from the Impaler.

"It's not about escaping. If your room is on the side of the city wall of Mirenia, you probably won't have a place to sleep tonight." Weston responded with a smile as he took a full view of 'her'.

"I also heard the information just now. Vlad III actually has another trick [Inheritance of Blood], which I have never seen before. It seems that there will be new surprises next time!"

"Hmph, Lancer won't use this treasure lightly. By the way, you are her boss, right? I'll leave that to you. I've slipped out for too long, and I'll be scolded if I don't go back."

"What?" Weston was puzzled by the situation here. In fact, the distance was too far, and he could only hear the back.His eyes cast towards Fran in doubt, and Weston understood after the latter said briefly.

"I see. Helping a cyborg get out of Tuliphas's territory? That means avoiding Vlad III's inherent enchantment?"

"Well, please let him decide for himself, it won't cause you any trouble! If he doesn't escape, sooner or later he will become the heart of Caster's treasure chest. What you are doing now is saving a life. I am Astolfo of the Twelve Warriors of Charlemagne, if you promise, I will repay you in the name of a knight." Astolfo begged.

He even revealed information about his real name... Karna and Siegfried realized this at the same time.

Weston stroked his chin: "Heart?"

Does Avis Bron also want to make golems that can carry magic properties?

"There is no problem with this, but instead of repaying in the name of a knight, it is better to get something practical. I remember that you, an adventurer knight, have obtained many treasures during your travels, right?" Weston stared at the phantom beast under the opponent. .Although there is no such thing as a red dragon bloodline, but such a phantom beast is [-] kilometers per hour, it must be very convenient to ride on the road, and it can also cross dimensions.

"Do you want my mount?" Astolfo's expression was suddenly perplexed. As a Rider, only this mount with a card was left.If this is handed over to the other party, her name of cavalry will become meaningless. Could it be that she just randomly finds a horse to ride like Lancer?It feels very slow.

"Can I change one?"

Actually really give it!

Weston immediately said: "I can analyze your treasure as long as I have time, and we are hostile. It is already the limit to agree to your condition without directly attacking and snatching it away."

The fact is that Frankenstein deliberately saves power, and his physical fitness has not increased much. One-on-one, Weston may not be able to beat Astolfo.

But at this time and this place, who told others to be more?

"...Okay, okay!" This sentence came after 1 minute, and Astolfo's eyes flickered with a hint of cunning.

"Go!, he is your master now." 'She' was like a pet owner who had no conditions to keep pets, she patted the eagle below her reluctantly, and jumped off the eagle.

Weston looked at 'her' speechlessly: "Even if it is a gift of a pet, I know that it cannot be handed over in the presence of the original owner. And this is a treasure, not a pet, right? Are you stupid or am I stupid?"

"Hehehe, it was discovered..." Astolfo scratched his head.

"Even if they are Eudemons, the moment they are summoned by the Holy Grail system, their own elements have already been determined to operate according to the Holy Grail. That is, to obtain the real name, liberate chants and the like, and obtain the use of the Noble Phantasm itself."

Astolfo, who failed to fool Weston, walked up to Weston in embarrassment, and passed on the real name of the eagle-the nonexistent Hippogriff, and the connection between them to Wes through the body.

"So you agree!"

"Wait a minute." Weston glanced around for a week, and asked Fran puzzled, "Where's Jack?"

"She probably went to find those man-made humans!"

"Wow--!"

puff!

"stop!"

The scene in the field changed suddenly, and Astolfo was seen rushing out of the spot, angrily rushing towards the distant tree. [Fall on touch] The golden spear tip touched a petite body arm.

"What is this? It actually made Jack's body look weird." Jack had already inserted one arm into the chest of an artificial human under the tree, and was stabbed by the golden gun and fell to the ground.

On her face, there were red blood stains, and the chest of the artificial man's shirt was covered with a large blood stain, and her eyes were only full of bewilderment towards her, a petite girl.

Why am I like this?

Am I going to die?

Is this what death feels like?

don't want to die...

"Hey, wake up." Astolfo grabbed the artificial man's arms in a panic, looked at the open wound on his chest, felt shocked, and was more angry at the silver-haired girl beside him: "Why are you doing this to him...he didn't do anything to you, he didn't do anything to this world, his life is already very unfair, he just wants to live, it's just this simple wish, why do you do this ?”

"These guys here who wear one kind of clothes are delicious~" Jack said naively to himself, not understanding what the person who suddenly rushed in front of him said.She just eats, is that to be blamed?What an inexplicable guy.

"Are you... Assassin?" Astolfo looked at Jack in astonishment.

On the other side, Weston also rushed over. Seeing Jack's mouth full of blood, he immediately raised his forehead: "What are you here for?"

"Didn't you defeat these people? Jack just ate something after defeating them. You promised me and my mother (Master), I can eat these people."

"This won't work." Weston shook his head.

"Why? Obviously Jack found this first." Jack was puzzled.

Weston couldn't explain this kind of heroic spirit who only stayed at the stage of a child or even an infant. He cut his finger, and blood spilled from his hand into Jack's mouth.