Hey Timothy Grail

"Cheese-flavored? Hmm...bread?" The saint from France was a little surprised. This looked much more refined than the grains she had eaten before.

Actually.

Because the food in the modern magic department is not as hungry as she imagined, and there are giants like the King of Knights and his son in their team, so Joan's stomach is slightly sad at this time.

So to be honest, she was very grateful to the upright girl in black in front of her.

"If it's cold, you can go into the store and reheat it."

"Reheat...?"

The arbitrator tilted his head, and Hei Zhen asked back in surprise:

"You should know that there is a machine called a microwave oven."

"...Ah, microwave oven, yes, that's it."

The French saint clasped the baguette in her hand, feeling that she seemed a bit out of tune with this era, no, no, why did Joan of Arc alter the opposite know so much!

It's unreasonable, they are obviously twins.

She is also a servant summoned by the Holy Grail, why can she know so much?

In this way, she looks like a French country girl, while her black face is proud like a modern duchess.

Regarding the other party's thoughts, the Dragon Witch with the same brain circuit naturally guessed roughly.

With a gentle smile on his charming and graceful face, he narrowed his eyes lazily, and lightly hooked his pale fingertips a few times: "Do you want to learn? If you ask me, I can teach you."

Although they were all taught by Mr. Fang Han, he was only a temporary surprise attack.

Hei Zhen sticks out her tongue in an inaudible manner. Although she is not quite used to appearing in front of people, if she can hold her head high in front of the "extremely hypocritical" saint, it doesn't matter if she speaks big!

It really didn't take long to reheat. After only 3 minutes, Joan of Arc held the steaming bread in front of her again and ate it in small bites.

"Don't think too much, your purpose must be the same as mine, so don't talk nonsense, just follow me when you're full."

Heizhen took the lead, and the saint who opened her mouth and didn't know what to say, could only silently follow the other party's footsteps, and walked slowly towards the outside of the city.

I don't know why, but in front of this girl, my ruler's class seems to have completely lost its effectiveness, and instead I am like a retinue knight who completely obeys this person's orders.

Forget it, in fact, it is good to have someone lead the way.

Joan retracted her neck silently, ready to stop thinking about these gainful things.

"There are more than four servants in the chaotic atmosphere. Sure enough, they are planning to have a special Holy Grail War in the forest outside the city..."

Although destroying nature is also a great problem, compared to endangering ordinary people, Comrade Zhen Ritian at this time is embarrassed to become an environmental protection ambassador.

I hope things won't turn into burning down the whole forest because of the Lancer from the red side...

While thinking about the flames of the little sun, the adjudicator followed Hei Zhen and trotted towards the forest.

"I wanted to ask a long time ago, why are you so proficient??"

After an unknown amount of time, Joan of Arc asked cautiously as the Dragon Witch in front of her gradually slowed down.

"Proficient?? In fact, I have already been here once, but I was hungry halfway, and I found nothing to do with me, and then I went back to have a supper, and then I met you."

The Dragon Witch shook the paper bag in her hand, and sure enough, there were coffee and drinks, and even a half-meter-long French ham. Those who didn't know it thought that Miss Heizhen was preparing for camping.

"Have you been here before?? Could it be that you met Mr. Fang Han and the others."

Joan of Arc seemed to have captured Huadian, and she was shocked.

The dew-stained lips of the Holy Maiden of Salvation are so delicate and charming, they are as bright and attractive as cherries when you are surprised.

Hei Zhen chuckled, and she leaned closer and touched her pink lips lightly: "It's not that I met Fang Han, but I was with them when I set off."

"what??"

Not caring about being taken advantage of by "self", the saint seemed to have heard some hilarious joke at this time: "No, according to the rules, if you are the black Yog Domirenia family The summoned arbiter, then I should be the ruler of the red side, there is no reason to bring you instead of me."

"If you want to sow discord with this operation, then I can only say—"

"It's ridiculous."

"Hmm?~~"

Hei Zhen waved her hand noncommittally, as long as you are happy.

Looking at someone's confident look, he even slowly closed his eyes, with a playful smile on his lips.

Joan of Arc was a little hypocritical for no reason.

No, really don't take me to play...

The bright red saintess' back and shoulders are filled with seal patterns of miracles, which are 28 command spells used to force orders to fourteen servants.

It is the supreme authority that belongs to the arbiter of the Holy Grail War! !

Its name is God's Judgment.

It stands to reason that both the red side and the black side will do their best to win him over. There is no such thing as Mr. Fang Han who is in a group without a nanny!

The saint is really a dog.

However, after thinking about it, in the past few days in the Clock Tower, it seems that I have not interacted much with Mr. Fang Han, the leader of the Red Party, and it can even be called pitifully rare.

but--

This is not because there are too many female characters around Mr. Fang Han, and various situations emerge one after another. Can't get the legs in.

What's more hateful is...

I finally took advantage of my free breakfast time and wanted to chat with Fang Han about the Holy Grail War for a while. Hei Zhen appeared out of nowhere, and Hei Zhen, who seemed to be deliberately sniping at me, would hug someone's arm and say to go Try some fresh dishes and leave yourself alone.

It turns out that all of this was premeditated! !

The client, Joan of Arc, seemed to have figured something out, and silently turned her head: "It's okay, as an arbitrator, you should be absolutely fair and just, and it is also your duty to keep a distance from the Master and the servants."

——If it is normal, it is indeed the case.

Even so, the heart of the girl in the love-deficient period was hit a little bit.

This sentence was hidden in the heart of Joan of Arc.

If Hei Zhen hadn't appeared, Ms. Zhen Ping, who is a black whistle, would still stick to her principles as always, but if the rulers on the opposite side all ran to their own camp and started "fighting for favor", would it appear that she was too pitiful?

——She, can't figure it out.

East of Tory Face.

Idir Forest.

The man was muscular.

No matter how you think about it, there is only this metaphor.Although he is a big guy over two meters, no matter who sees him, the first thing he notices is the superhuman muscles, and after looking up to see how tall he is, he will definitely be even more desperate.

With the countless scars carved on his pale complexion, it is easy to imagine that he must have undergone rigorous cultivation and accumulated brilliant results, but these scars obviously did not hurt him very deeply.

Yes, Joan of Arc guessed a little wrong in her busy schedule.

The intruder was indeed the berserker of the black side, but it is amazing that for some reason, at the critical moment when Arash, Astolfo and Mustard were about to fall, as the patriarch of the Yogdomerenia family Danic unexpectedly summoned yet another berserker through the Great Holy Grail.

His muscles are like blocks of iron, the sharp blade can only cut his skin, maybe cause a little bleeding, but that's all.

The arms are as thick as the body of a crocodile. Although it is not wearing anything, the large pectoral muscles are obviously as strong as full-body armor, and the slowly moving legs are as strong as the hind legs of a mammoth.

Although the belt tightly binds the whole body including the face, it has a strange feeling of S|M.

But the man didn't show any pain, and even showed a happy smile.All he had on were the belts.

He is Aichan, the sword fighter in ancient Rome in the epic, for the heroic spirit who volunteered to rescue the victim and rebel against the perpetrator...

Soldier of Love Spartacus.

This time, he was the first shot that Black sounded the counterattack horn! !

- Start your bomb show.

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"berserker, don't stop!"

"The big troops haven't gathered yet!!"

A vigorous figure was following him like a beast out of the gate.

The man in full body armor jumped onto branches one after another, shouting to the berserkers in front of him.

It was Saber the Black, because of the strange appearance of Fang Han and others, that after Ah Fu fell to the clock tower, after a series of mistakes, he did not sacrifice his own dragon slaying warrior, Siegfried.

And directly opposite him was a sister Yu wearing a crimson tights, her eyes were as violent and sharp as a beast.

Her waist-length hair, which was allowed to grow freely, was not as smooth as that of a noble girl, but it perfectly matched her wild temperament.

That's right.

The red Lancer, the master craftsman known as the Celtic queen, the immortal godslayer, Scarha! !

As Fang Han's most qualified and trusted capable follower.

The one responsible for starting the first battle is naturally the master craftsman.

Feeling the aura of all the servants approaching his direction, the berserker smiled, but his steps still did not stop.

"Hahahaha, old-fashioned Saber, forgive me for not being able to follow your orders. Because I have to go to that city, to the side of those oppressors."