The Sixth Level of Academy City

"There is no need to pursue the Holy Grail. It is no longer a wishing machine, but a pollutant." Artoria sighed. As the chief of the Fiona Knights, Diarmuid's fighting will and skills are solid. It was the only one she saw in her life.

If it were the original her, it would definitely not be an easy task to defeat this noble knight.

"Ahem... King of Knights... You won this round." Brush coughed up another mouthful of blood, and said weakly, "Come on, come and claim your victory."

It wasn't that he didn't want to fight back anymore, but that the injury was too serious. Just standing up took all his strength and willpower, and it was just a dream to fight again.

Artoria raised her sword and said flatly, "You are a noble warrior, and I will give you the ending you deserve."

Brush——Diarmuid's handsome face showed a smile, and he murmured in a low voice, "Sorry, my lord, I can no longer serve you..."

"bass!"

With a sweep of the sword light, Arturia shook off the blood on the sword, and calmly watched Diarmuid's blue spirits dissipate in the air.

On a quiet night, the spirits transformed into magical power after the heroic spirit's death constituted a beautiful picture. The long sword in Arturia's hand was hanging down, and she stretched out her right hand unconsciously to swipe through the dissipated spirits.

"...If I hadn't met him, I would have ended up like this."

Arturia took off her armor, put on the smart suit again, sighed, turned and walked towards Einzbern's castle.

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Luo Fang, who was waiting for dinner in the castle, raised his eyebrows, "Oh? Are you done?"

Artoria's mana consumption suddenly decreased and stabilized, indicating that the battle over there was over.

"It seems that Lancer has returned to the seat of heroes." Xiao Mo drank the red wine in his glass, "that guy's character, no matter what the Holy Grail looks like, he will never compromise."

Nodding noncommittally, Luo Fang looked at Director Ken, who was still in a coma and was arrested before he could show his might, and said to Lijie Lite, "Please throw him in the basement."

Lijie Lite immediately picked up Director Ken, and was about to head to the basement.

"Wait...you put this on," Luo Fang threw a baseball bat to Lijie Lite, "let him sleep for a while when he wakes up, pay attention to etiquette, and don't cause too much pain to our guests .”

Lijie Lite stared at Luo Fang with her lifeless eyes for a long time. Just when Luo Fang felt a little embarrassed, she still took the baseball bat and left with the unconscious magician in one hand.

All the people present saw this scene without making a sound, drinking and drinking, bowing their heads and playing with their hands.

Wei Bo buried his head, looked at his trembling legs, and kept repeating a sentence in his heart: I am a friendly army, I am a friendly army, and I will not be dragged out...

"Huh? What's the matter with you kid? You've been trembling there since just now." Seeing Wei Bo's movements, the emperor patted the back of his head with some dissatisfaction, and passed the cup in front of his face, "Come, drink!"

Wei Bo stared blankly at the wine bowl that was almost as big as his face, and the colorless and transparent white wine inside, not knowing what to do.

Seeing that Wei Bo still didn't move, the Great Emperor pinched his chin with one hand, picked up the wine bowl with the other hand, and poured it into it.

"Gulu Gulu... Gu Gu Gu Gu..."

Wei Bo hugged the emperor's hand desperately, trying to make him stop, but how could the dignified conqueror give up so lightly.

Anyway, after a bowl of wine was down, Weber kicked his legs and shrank under the table.

Chapter 231 RUA! !

"You just got him drunk like this, aren't you going to say anything else?"

Looking at the emperor's movements, Luo Fang wanted to laugh, but at the same time felt sorry for Weber.

The baijiu taken from the King's Treasure was made by the real gods. Ordinary people can sleep for a whole day with a small cup, but he was fine and was filled by the emperor.

However, apart from its strong strength, this wine is not harmful. Drinking it will make you sleep longer, and because it is a holy product brewed by immortals, it will be of great benefit to a magician like Weber if he drinks it.

Needless to say, prolonging life and so on, including his talent as a magician and his physical fitness will be significantly improved.

The emperor obviously saw this, so he forcibly poured him a big bowl.

"Haha, I've already said what I needed to say on the way here," the emperor smiled heartily, "By the way, I poured a bowl of wine for this kid, don't you mind?"

"Of course it doesn't matter," Luo Yifang shrugged, "It's not mine anyway."

"Hey, enough is enough for you," Gilgamesh wrinkled his nose and said loudly.

The emperor grinned, showing his white teeth, and slapped the table to stand up, "If I'm not mistaken, Saber, Archer, and Berserker have already belonged to you, right?"

"Yes."

"Caster has already been killed. According to you, Lancer should also have lost to that little girl Saber." The emperor stroked his beard and said thoughtfully, "That means, it's just me and Assassin left now?"

Hearing what the emperor said, Xiao Mo took out a skull mask and flipped it between his fingers.

When the emperor saw the mask in Xiao Mo's hand, he suddenly realized, and laughed, "It seems that you are doing it faster than I thought."

"This Holy Grail War is meaningless." Luo Fang drank the drink in his cup and stood up. "The only interesting thing is you guys."

The emperor was taken aback, and then smiled again, "I didn't expect you to be quite likable, at least much better than my incompetent kid."

"So, King of Conquerors, is it time to return to the Seat of Heroes?"

Gilgamesh heard Luo Fang's words, and the goblet in her hand fell firmly on the table. She raised her head, and although she was sitting, she looked at the emperor with a condescending look.

The emperor shook his head, "Although it's okay to go back, but if you leave without doing anything, it's not in line with my style."

Between the words, everyone felt a scorching hot and dry wind blowing by.