Longevity Story

Always move forward! "

With big ambitions and rhetoric, the conquering king Iskandar showed his muscles and a black iron sword...

but……

"Idiot! Rider, you idiot! ~If you summon that Noble Phantasm here, the whole house will disappear!"

Jumping up and hanging himself on Iskandar's thick arms, Weber wanted to stop Iskandar from coming... but he was picked up by Iskandar.

Iskandar lifted Webb, made a circle in the air, and placed it gently on the chair.

"Well, okay, kid, don't be so nervous, I also know what to do." Iskandar put away his long sword and said.

However, Webber, who was sitting in a chair, was calm now.

He realized that, as a magician with calmness as his good character, he had just been infected by Iskandar's blood boiling, and he said that kind of hot-blooded words in a moment of excitement... It's too shameful.

Dangerous, dangerous, Weber reminded himself in his heart not to be infected by Iskandar's "dumb aura".

"Hey, boy, then again... You are not sorry because of Caster's death, nor are you afraid because of Saber's strength, so why did you lose your mind just now?"

Iskandar's voice called Webb out of his self-reflection.

"You still care about this..." Weber said helplessly.

"Of course, Master's troubles are my troubles. As a king, what if I don't even have the capacity to tolerate and listen to the troubles of my subjects?"

"My biggest trouble now is that my servants have been violence against me, can you help me solve it?"

"Ah... there's nothing I can do about it. Forgive me for being powerless." Iskandar said with a wrinkled face.

"Hey, hey, where did your belly go just now?!" Weber frowned.

"I only said I wanted to listen, but I didn't say I could solve it?"

Iskandar looked right.

"Excessive! It's too much! You tyrant!~" Weber accused a certain king of fraud.

"Whatever you say, but the king is still the king! Hahaha..."

Iskandar still laughed, and Webb still sighed helplessly.

"Hey...rider, there is one thing I have to confess to you, otherwise I always feel that there is a knot in my heart that I can't convince myself."

"Well, this king is all ears."

Iskandar sat down cross-legged again, took out a peach wood plate with [Salty Soy Sauce Seaweed Senbei] from the side, took one out and stuffed it into his mouth.

In the past two days, the food culture of Neon has deeply attracted the conquering king Iskandar. Whether it is beef rice or snacks, tea and beer, all of them have conquered Iskandar's taste buds.

He even made up his mind silently in his heart that if one day he could start his own hegemony of conquering the world, he must start from the country of Neon, and use this country as his logistical support organization for income...

However, Weber, who didn't know what Iskandar was thinking about, saw Iskandar take out the snacks and looked like he was about to listen to him start telling a story, so he jumped the corners of his eyes twice, and held back his rants.Start preaching:

"rider, actually the shard of the red cloak I used to summon you... I stole it."

"Well, um, so that's the case. Did your kid sneak into some museum at night while the moon is high and the sky dark?"

Iskandar, who knows a little bit about modern society, complains.

"No! It's from my teacher!" Weber corrected:

"The person who wanted to use your cloak fragment to summon you was originally my teacher. And I deceived the person who transported things for my teacher, intercepted your holy relic on the way, and fled to this city... hello Rider, are you listening?"

"Hmmmm, I'm listening." Iskandar then asked, "Boy, what about your teacher now?"

"Dead..." Weber said calmly: "My teacher, Kenneth Elmero Archibald, who is also the master of this Holy Grail War lancer, just died last night."

"I see... No wonder." Iskandar felt that things became clearer, and continued:

"Then what, boy, let's mourn and change, dying on the battlefield is the consciousness that everyone who goes on the battlefield should have..."

"That's not it." Weber shook his head and continued: "Let's talk about it first, my relationship with my teacher is not good at all, he just downplayed my paper a while ago, otherwise I wouldn't I'm going to steal his holy relic and join him in the same magician's battle."

"Then why are you wavering?" Iskandar asked calmly.

"I want to prove myself... The reason I entered the Holy Grail War was to win the same war as Kenneth, and slap the victory in the face of that man to make him agree that my theory is correct."

Weber once again explained his reasons for participating in the Holy Grail War to Iskandar:

"However, the source that caused me to participate in the Holy Grail War, that man died very easily on the second day of the war..."

Originally wanted to prove himself to that person and slap him in the face, but the face that should have been slapped by himself disappeared... Now Weber is very depressed.

very disappointed

"And, lancer...that lancer is very weak compared to King Arthur, right?"

"Yes, the spearmen's Noble Phantasm is probably a special type of human beings, but King Arthur's sword is definitely at least anti-city Noble Phantasm, and cannot be compared."

"And rider, you're a lot stronger than a spearman, right?"

"Of course, I'm very strong!~"

[Iskandar shows his muscles.jpeg]

However, the current Weber didn't have the heart to watch the dazzling tendon, and said calmly:

"rider, I couldn't help but think about one thing just now, if I didn't steal the holy relic, if Mr. Kenneth summoned you, then Mr. Kenneth's magic power is dozens of times higher than mine, is it possible... "

"Hey! Boy~"

Iskandar interrupted the negative Weber with a smile on his face, slapped him on the shoulder, and said:

"Yu, Conqueror King Iskandar.

Yu likes you very much, and is very satisfied that you are my master, so Yu also does not allow you to look down on yourself.

Yu's Master is not that Kenneth who died early with his Servant, but you

哽喺蹓帽奇奇 Novel 蛧|w~w~w.

Weberville Witte!

So, pick up a little bit of confidence! ~O Master Yu! "

748. In fact, the two of them were just forgotten after being called over...

【Where... where is this place! ! 】

Walking on the white empty land, a blond aristocratic man walked forward, he wanted to get out of this endless empty land quickly.

However, no matter how long he has gone, this piece of empty land has not undergone any changes, any changes have occurred...

"My lord, please wait a moment. This is the inside of the Holy Grail. The concepts of [distance] and [end]..."

Although the black-haired man with two guns who followed behind the blond man said so, the blond man did not stop to talk to him at all.

[This must be the enemy's illusion...]

[Leave here, I must leave here, I have to go to the Holy Grail War, I have to kill the master of Einzbern, I have to return to Sora's side...]

The blond man walked forward tirelessly, little by little... At least that's what he thought in his heart.

Tirelessness is certainly true, though, because…

"My lord! Please accept the truth! You are dead!"

Diarmuid sternly grabbed his former master, Kenneth Archibald.And I want him to recognize the fact that he has been defeated and died.

"Don't be kidding! lancer! Don't point fingers at me! I have to go back to Sora's side, there is no time to waste here..."

Kenneth broke free from Diarmuid's hand with a flick of his hand, turned around and shouted.

"My monarch...you..."

"Nightmare, it's all a nightmare! I can't be defeated so easily by a woman who came out of nowhere, and I can't die in that kind of backcountry in the far east...

Nightmare, illusion, everything is the illusion of the enemy, he wants to trap me here..."

Looking at Kenneth, who was a little crazy, Diarmuid, who had been chasing his Master for an unknown amount of time, finally couldn't stand it any longer.

"Please cheer up! You are dead!"

哽喺蹓帽奇奇 Novel 蛧|w~w~w.

Diarmuid dropped his spear, grabbed his Master's collar, lifted him up, and roared:

"My monarch like this, what do you think the mistress will think of you! How can you return to the mistress's side with such an embarrassed posture!?"

"Shut up! So what! Do you want me to accept that I have lost everything now, do you want me to accept that I am just a ghost wandering here now?!"

With a broken expression on his face, Kenneth wanted to pull Diarmuid's palm away, but he couldn't make up his mind no matter what...

And at this moment, he realized that the man in front of him who had bowed his head to him, was a heroic spirit with powerful power no matter what.And he himself... After his death, he who lost the magician's body was just a ghost without any special abilities.

"So that's the case, the Command Spell is no more... Have you even started to be rough with me? Lancer, is this your loyalty? This is really insightful, hehe..."

Being lifted up in the air by Diarmuid, Kenneth escaped from the chaos of death instead.

"...Sorry, my monarch, I can only think of this way, please forgive my rudeness."

However, Diarmuid sighed a little, and the proof that his Master was out of madness was actually the usual cynicism towards him.This made Diarmuid feel a little sad.

However, Diarmuid slowly put Kenneth down, but Kenneth smiled coldly and mocked very bitterly:

"Shut up, Lancer, don't act like you're loyal, I'm dead.

You, a heroic spirit, call a lonely ghost a monarch, are you making fun of me?

Are you trying to laugh at my embarrassment?

Looking at me with a high-down look, does that make you happy? "

Every word of Kenneth, like a thorn, pierced Diarmuid's chest.

Until now, you still do not accept my allegiance, do you still do not trust me, my lord.

"In the end, aren't you too weak? Let Saber kill me so quickly and leave me alone in the center of the enemy's headquarters.

Yes!Didn't I die because of you? !Is this your loyalty?Is it your loyalty to let the monarch die?

waste!dross!  …”