Moon Magician Shalltear

[System prompt: The existing skill point is 19 if the upgrade is successful. 】

Just like a ruthless Michael, who judges all sins without mercy.Xia Jiu took out the fourth clean shot and threw it fiercely towards the sky.

Ryunosuke was dead, and without a doubt, the spear pierced his chest across a block.

Ryunosuke persecuted others all his life and committed countless murders.Just to find the true meaning of death, he finally found the truest death before death. - In fact, the answer has always been around.

Taking heavy steps, Xia Jiu walked towards her home...

(Wait, heavy?)

At this time, Xia Jiu suddenly felt a very heavy chest.

(Speaking of which, why should I put so many things?) This is probably the only question that this wise Mi Jiu can't figure out clearly.

The next moment Mi Jiu wanted to take off the chest pad, but half of his hands were shaking.

(It should be a very useful thing after so much padding? Forget it, I will take it down later, this seems to be very important.)

As time passed, Xia Jiu's mental state also began to dissipate.

Soon, the reward for Caster's death also appeared. Unlike the large amount of experience and gold coins that Xia Jiu expected, this reward seemed to be a lottery.

[System Tip: Congratulations on winning a lottery, the caster you killed is rated B, and you will randomly draw a B-level treasure. 】

[Congratulations, you have obtained a B++ level Noble Phantasm. 】

(B++? This should be the best draw in the B class, right?) Xia Jiu was obviously very excited when she thought about it.

【Congratulations on getting the Noble Phantasm: A Meteor】

...the air is silent

(I'll go, you rotten system! This skill is fatal, right? I, Xia Jiu, have only one life, how can I use it!)

018 Courtiers, Kings, Gods, Fuyuki Bridge Society

This is a relatively crowded small room, full of debris, only a brown wooden box is carefully placed in one corner.

"Did my little master watch the news this morning?" He put down the handle in his hand and asked the rider who turned his head towards the monitor.

"Huh?" Weber wiped the corners of his eyes sleepily. "Because of the Holy Grail War, I have been staying up all night, how can I have time..."

"It seems to be talking about a large-scale, serial, terrible gas explosion. It also caused a large-scale hallucination because of the gas leak." Rider said with some dissatisfaction with the world: "Is modern society so dangerous?"

"Of course not!" Weber retorted: "Society is much safer now than it was in ancient times."

"As for the gas, what is this thing that sounds very dangerous, what is it used for?" Rider asked solemnly.

"That's it..." Webber took a long time to explain. "It's for burning fire... isn't it? Probably."

"So gas is a kind of firewood?" Rider defined gas.

"more or less……"

"Is it the fault of the person who kept the fire, leading to a tragedy like a fire?" Rider asked again.

"That's it."

"Then this person should be executed." Rider said angrily.

"rider don't say such terrible things seriously." Webb was taken aback.

"It's not scary, it's guilt that must be punished." Rider's face was very serious. "In the era of this king, a fire could destroy the entire city-state."

"But... it may not be." Weber was obviously not confident enough.

"no?"

"It's possible that there's a terrible fight going on somewhere, and that's usually the way to cover it up," Weber explained.

"Then it seems that we missed a wonderful battle last night. It's a pity."

"What a pity..." Weber whispered.

"If you watch the battle of swords, lights, swords and shadows, combined with the sonorous and powerful voice of swords, it will be a very wonderful meeting."

"By the way, my little master, what's in your box, I see your treasure. This king has been staring at it for a whole night." Rider pointed to the box in the corner and asked curiously.

"Don't touch it!" Webber, who has always been weak, actually directly picked up the box, like a hen protecting her chickens.

"At least I have to explain, right? This king is a little curious. If you don't want to say it, forget it."

"There is a very precious magic dress inside, it's... the only valuable fortune I have." Weber reluctantly added in his heart. 'Although it is the cheapest among spiritual items of this level... but at least it is the most practical. '

"A sword..." said Weber and opened the box. "It was sponsored by a friend, a very precious enchanted short sword."

It was a white gold short sword.The sword body is not too long, it is a very standard short sword.There are not too many decorations on the sword, only the hilt has a mark, which is very light and very conducive to stabbing.

"The logo on the sword is a winged sword, right? But why are demon wings instead of angel wings?" Rider sharply grasped the key point: "I seem to have seen it somewhere."

"Brad Furen," Webb reminded.

"That's right!" Rider slammed the palm of his hand and suddenly realized: "This is it!"

"This is their family crest, although I don't know what it means. But this dress is indeed in their hands and made by them. A very good friend of mine bought it for me, saying that he sponsored me. Participate in the competition. But his expression, no matter how you look at it, seems to be waiting for me to make a fool of myself."

"If you can give a precious thing to a friend, it must be a good friend, right?"

"That's it."

"This sword was made by Brad Furen... the enemy?" Rider was a little puzzled.

"They are famous magicians, and they have a big family. It is said that when making this sword, you need devout faith in exchange for power to enchant. It is a secret technique of the age of gods, which is evaluated by the mentor Kenneth."

"So that's the case, is it the power in exchange for offering sacrifices to the gods? Then who do you believe in?"

"Shalltear Bradfren. That is, their owner." Webber couldn't help recalling the past when he said this. "I saw their selection meeting when I was studying at the Clock Tower, and they specially selected some qualified people to join."

"It's a pity that I was not selected. It is said that their owners seem to have a good impression of me!" Weber said proudly.

"However, it seems that the magic system is different, so they were not selected. Listening to their tone, there seems to be some important reasons, and I am not quite sure." Weber sighed regretfully.

"So, they are also potential allies?" Rider thought seriously: "Can they mass-produce this sword?"

"Yes."

"What's the use of this sword?" Rider asked. "It looks very ordinary. It's similar to the street stalls in the city. It's just a little bit brighter."

"The dress with the concept of cutting is a very common type of dress. However, any spiritual body will be easily cut off by it, and the blade itself is extremely sharp, even steel will be easily pierced. So as long as the piercing If you hit the target, it will definitely cause huge damage. Simple and practical, and no mana consumption."

When it comes to the point of no consumption, Weber feels that this is an artifact.

"Sounds pretty good."

"Of course, this is the highest level of dress that ordinary people can get."

"Then why don't you bring it?"

Webb was silent.He glanced at the daggers that were carefully packaged in the box, a little uncertain. 'This is probably the most valuable thing I've ever owned, if I lose it...'

"Since it is a weapon, it must be carried on the body, even the most precious weapon is the same." Rider added.

"You're right about rider..." Weber made up his mind, picked up the dagger, and put it in his arms.

"The function of a weapon is always a weapon. If you hide it, no matter how precious the weapon is, it will not be able to play its role." Seeing Weber so sensible. The rider nodded in relief.

"In this case, we must find a way to get the support of the noble Bradfren." Then rider rubbed his chin and thought. "At least they have to rely on them for armaments or something."

"My little master, is there anything scheduled for tonight?"

"Maybe not."

"How about handing it over to my king?"

Weber nodded ignorantly.

"The heroes of all eras really make this king's blood boil, let's do something big tonight!"

"No...isn't it?" Weber regretted a little.

"This king is thinking about one thing. Since it is the Holy Grail War, it is said to be a war, but it is actually a ceremony. Why do you have to use battle to determine the ownership of the Holy Grail?"

"What exactly do you mean, rider?"

"Debate meeting! Just in this Holy Grail War, there are ministers, kings, and gods. With all three parties, let us debate once, who can hold the Holy Grail!"

Rider waved his arms vigorously and pointed to the bridge outside the window in the distance.

"And I have already chosen my location! It's on that bridge! On the bridge, this king can see farther! Higher! It's also more suitable for debate."

Near the Hyatt Regency Hotel, Emiya Kiritsugu was ready to snatch the Command Spell.

He originally planned to blow up the building directly, but because Saber DiLumudo had been patrolling around, he did not find a chance to attack.

But tonight seems to have given him a chance, and Saber left not long ago.

"Saber has confirmed to leave." Maiya Kuu's voice came from the walkie-talkie, she was an orphan rescued by Emiya Kiritsugu.Accompanying Kiritsugu all the time, he performed the duties of a messenger of justice.

"Very good, Maiya. Can you confirm Saber's location?"

"It seems to be heading towards Fuyuki Bridge."

"Continue to monitor, I will leave my back to you."

"Understood, are you planning to infiltrate directly?" Maiya was a little puzzled.

"Yeah~" Emiya Kiritsugu took a sip of a cigarette, forced himself to calm down, and said, "The goal is to capture the Command Spell, so I can only take risks."

The arm of the gun that was clenched seemed a little cold, and Emiya Kiritsugu was waiting for Saber to get away.

Time was passing, he didn't have many options, he had to snatch the Command Spell, so the natural option of bombing the building was rejected.At this moment, for the first time, this messenger of justice chose to confront a powerful magician head-on under the light.

At the same time, in the hotel, Kenneth was enjoying dinner gracefully.

"My lord, the King of Conquerors and the others seem to want to invite them down to a debate. My lord, I..."

"Go if you want!" Kenneth didn't stop him. In his opinion, his defense was impregnable and there was no risk.

So he said confidently: "Go, Dirumdo, I will be your most solid backing!"

"Thank you very much... Your Majesty." Dilumduo saluted the Hyatt Regency Hotel, and immediately set foot on the road to the Fuyuki Bridge.