Hey Timothy Grail

"Really? It seems to be true. When marching and fighting, you must also ensure adequate sleep!"

"Mr. Fang Han, rest assured, I, Joan of Arc, promise not to let anyone disturb you."

Pulling Fang Han to taste various types of puddings and milk tea, a blackened village girl from France in the fifteenth century is like a grandma who just entered the Grand View Garden, using both hands and mouth, enjoying herself.

"Yeah." Fang Han let out a breath.

The saint Bai Zhen sitting opposite didn't lose her composure, but from her erratic eyes, it can be seen that this main body is far less calm than the surface.

'I want to sleep too..' This is the most genuine answer in my heart.

wrong..

Miss Joan of Arc, who was absolutely fair and just, nodded silently. She felt like a formidable enemy against such deceptive desserts: "Then Mr. Fang Han, do we have any plans for this afternoon?"

What else is there in the afternoon?

The chat was interrupted for a while, and Fang Han frowned in trouble.

He is not a playful person.

The main reason is that there are too many people with them, and one who is not careful can easily lead to unnecessary fights.

For example, Heizhen, Baizhen, Skahaskadi, and even Xiaolin and Sakura will cause unnecessary troubles for themselves for no reason. If possible, he hopes that everyone will go back to the hotel to sleep immediately.

of course.

It is definitely impossible to say it directly, such a clear surface of one's own intentions feels like a ghost, animal and true, and being misunderstood is an out-and-out old-fashioned critique.

And in his family, there are still a few idiot goddesses like Akuya.

"It depends on what other people think."

Fang Han glanced at the two figures sitting next to them with their backs turned away, with a half-smile.

I saw the two of them as early as when I came in. I didn't expect that this Holy Grail War would encounter such a strange combination. This made Fang Han almost unable to restrain his inner impulse when he came in. Fortunately, the dark Zhen took the pudding and pulled him back to his seat in time, which prevented the thousands of complaints in Fang Han's heart from bursting out on the spot.

Since you black followers are so calm, then continue to ignore it.

obviously.

The holy girl looked at Fang Han's sharp expression, and the corners of her mouth curled up; "They? Or them?? Maybe we can talk to the 'parents' of a certain fire girl for a while?"

Miraculously, when the saint's voice sounded, a questioning look suddenly appeared on Hei Zhen's beautiful face.

Fire girl? ?Are you referring to me? ?

The Dragon Witch seemed to realize something.

The two strange combinations on the opposite side finally couldn't hold back and decided to strike up a conversation.

"That... little brother, what is your relationship with this black-clothed sister."

A slightly crisp calling sound intervened in the chat.

Fang Han turned his head and saw a pair of pure eyes, a cute pink-haired girl with a bow tie staring at him without fear.

Crows fly... no, Astolfo.

The legendary women's clothing boss tilted his head when Fang Han didn't answer for a long time, holding a fruit lollipop in his small palm.

She was wearing a light blue swimsuit with slender straps going around her back and tied around her neck and belly.

A big red bow is tied around the waist of the swimsuit, and her pink wavy hair is tied high into a ponytail, giving her a youthful look.

The slender legs are exposed to the air, and the enviable beauty makes people look back frequently.

of course,

The most eye-catching thing is the pair of canine teeth that are full of girlishness.

Different from the sharpness of vampires, it is a cute symbol specially used to taste the delicacies of the world.

"I.."

Before Fang Han could answer, a serious and solemn voice from the next seat interrupted her.

"Ah Fu, pay attention to our position!"

Also wearing sunglasses, a flowered shirt, and a straw hat that I didn't know where to get it, Chen Gongtai reprimanded him in the tone of an old father, and he himself walked over.

The girl who was reprimanded in a low voice was stunned for a moment, her big eyes filled with hesitation and entanglement: "I... ah... exposed??"

Seeing this, Joan of Arc couldn't help being taken aback: "Don't you think you've disguised yourself well..."

—Just sit face to face directly at our table, all right, little sister.

The Holy Maiden of National Salvation couldn't help but raise her forehead when she thought of this, probably the envoy sent by the black side is also very funny.

Are these the first funny characters she has encountered since she came to London? ?

I don't understand the number.

Chen Gong stood up, first glanced at Hei Zhen who was working hard, then nodded to the sharp-eyed Joan of Arc, then patted Ah Fu on the head gracefully and contemptuously, with love in his eyes.

"It seems that we underestimated this gentleman??"

"Are you a magician?"

"perhaps.."

Fang Han leaned on the beautiful shoulders of black's current arbitrator, as if he was an old god who didn't want to answer the opponent.

And classmate Hei Zhen kept talking, and didn't even have time to look up at their conversation.

..

Is it an illusion?

Caster's expression on the black side was slightly moved. I feel that our arbitrator is being trained by the opposite party to be very obedient. This... is not right!

But at any rate, he was the military advisor sitting on one side, Chen Gong quickly regained his composure, and once again focused his attention on the other side.

And Fang Han nodded with a light smile.

It's just that the indifference and arrogance contained in this faint smile are most perceptible to girls with strong perception.

Sure enough, Astolfo blinked, seeing a magician who was even more proud than Caster for the first time? ?

——It's really strange! !

see.

The elegant and proud military adviser bowed slightly, and said softly, not without surprise: "Hello, the magician of the clock tower..."

"It's cold below, what's the use of it."

"Oh, I'm in Xiachen Palace, and I'm here to look for this Holy Maiden."

Fang Han softly comforted Bai Zhen first not to be fussy like a child, and then called the bikini-clad waiter to serve everyone a brand new cup of panna cotta, then stretched out his right hand to look at the two figures at the next table.

Chen Gong blinked, and stretched out his hand subconsciously.

For some reason, he always had the illusion that the other party seemed to be of the same origin as him. Could it be that he was also that kind of wily magician? ?

It's not a bad guy.

Fang Han had such an idea.

Silver-blue powder floated out of Fang Han's open jacket pocket.

It is a special barrier that blocks sound and sight from others, and is a magic prop that enables magicians to communicate with each other in public.

Fang Han nodded in answer.

He also stood up and paid tribute to the man who dedicated his life to "explosion is art" with the same etiquette as the other party.

Hei Zhen and Bai Zhen on the side were doing their own thing, and they ignored the meeting of the two because they chose not to ask the children.

"Hello, Mr. Chen Gong."

The voices of the two were particularly loud and clear in the space shielded from external interference.

After greeting each other in a formulaic manner, Chen Gong smiled and said, "Mr. Fang Han has been favored by the Lord of the Clock Tower since he was young. As the leader of the Master of the Red Fang, he is really super intelligent."

"Hahaha... It's the kindness given by the eldest lady that made me what I am today. Mr. Chen Gong doesn't need to belittle himself. Your obsession with magic is worthy of everyone's admiration."

The two bragged about each other while avoiding the important ones, and they both cleverly avoided the topic of Hei Zhen.

"Where."

"Should should."

Looking at Chen Gong's happy expression of being recognized when he heard him praise.

Fang Han then thought of the anti-army treasure shown by the anecdote of this person's life as the crystallization of his life.

Kikaku Ichijin (Kikaku Ichijin).

Use one of our soldiers as a sacrifice to cause damage to the enemy line.To put it simply, it means "let Stella die with someone else's life".

——It’s really bad (good) and thoroughly (extremely) bad.

"Mr. Chen Gong, Zai Xia Han is a magician from Guxia just like you?"

Fang Han looked at Chen Gong with a faint smile, staring into his pupils: "In this way, you should understand why I know the news about you."

"Oh, I expected it when I saw Mr. Fang Han's black hair and black pupils, but I didn't expect that he was really a member of the same lineage, Gu Xia Zimin. It's not bad that he can have a very high status in the Clock Tower and the Magic Association. It can be said that the current domestic magicians are getting stronger and stronger.”

Chen Gong's calm narration broke the long silence.

"Oh, aren't you panicking? Since the two of us are from the same place, the ranks and skills of your Chen Gong are not difficult for me to guess."

Fang Han was a little surprised, but he said without changing his face: "Chen Gong, courtesy name Gongtai, was a general and military adviser in the late Eastern Han Dynasty. He served Meng De first, and then Lu Bu. He is both civil and military, and he is good at employing people."

This is no guesswork at all.

Ever since he knew the identity of the opposite party, Chen Gong had already put away his thoughts of hiding himself.

"I didn't expect that a lonely Confucian general like me would be remembered by the younger generations one day, and he would be remembered like a treasure. I thought only Zhuge Kongming and Sima Zhongda would be known by later generations."

Chen Gong didn't expect Fang Han to elaborate on this, and a look of emotion or melancholy appeared on his face: "It's true that the glory of the two of them is too bright, and they suppressed the great achievements of the same generation."

Chen Gong's voice was a little lower, and there was pain in his eyes that he didn't even notice.

"They are so outstanding. As a contemporary, I can only look up to them. Now that I have become Heroic Spirits, I have read modern classics, and I am not only secretly applauding their magnificent life."

"He died before he left the teacher, and it made the hero tears full of tears."