[FZ+Special Biography]: Beast's Rational Thinking

It's a pity that this great opportunity to play wild food was stifled just like that.

"Hey kid, don't be so embarrassing. It's just that there are guests at the banquet, and the wine is still drinking." Facing the yelling Weber, Rider still raised his glass calmly.

"Where do they look like guests!?"

"Ha, Rider, do you want to invite these bastards to join? The king's wine is not wasted here."

The scene was a bit chaotic, not only Saber and Irisviel showed nervousness, but even Archer expressed displeasure with Rider's words. Of course, from Mizushiki's point of view, his attitude towards Mui was even worse.

But judging by his attitude, maybe there is some deeper meaning in it.

His eyes flicked across Rider's body covertly, and Mizuki retracted his paws indistinctly, preparing to see what happened next.

"I said, you are too nervous. The king's speech should be heard by all people. Since some people come to listen specially, it doesn't matter whether it is an enemy or a friend." (From the original text) Scooping up a spoonful of bright red wine with a wine spoon, Rider turned to the Assassins without showing any tension at all, "Okay, you're welcome. Those who are willing to sit and listen, come here to drink together. This wine and Your blood be with you. (Original text)”

With a crisp sound, the wine spoon in the hands of the King of Conquerors was smashed by something, and the bright wine was splashed on the ground of the atrium like blood.

One of the Assassins did it.

Hearing the sinister laughter around, Mizushiki gave Rider a lazy sideways glance, "It seems that they don't like your wine very much."

"That's really a pity." The clothes on his body have been changed into the armament of the heroic spirit, Rider stood up, blowing the scorching wind, "Saber, and Archer, the last question of the banquet - is the king lonely?"

The hot and dry wind, with the hot sand, swept across the entire garden.

"It's actually--inherent enchantment?!"

Ignoring Irisviel's exclamation, she narrowed her eyes slightly to prevent the fine sand from entering her eye sockets, and when she opened them again, the scene in front of her had already changed.

The vast desert, the dead sea of ​​sand.

With a bit of indifference and depression, it seems that nature freezes the turbulent waves and emptied angry waves in an instant, making it stand still forever.

He raised his head and looked in admiration at the scorching sun and the clear sky. For the first time, he knew the magic of the so-called 'world'.

Even people who guard the world cannot create such a scene.

And yet the people who live in this side of the world do it.

Even if only as the 'heroic spirit' of the deceased.

Because of faith?

Raise your hand to grab a handful of flying sand grains in the air, feel the texture that is indistinguishable from reality, and the water style sighs in your heart.

Perhaps, in this primitive world, there are also admirable existences.

The Assassins who were originally surrounded by the crowd were squeezed into a pile, and Rider stood at the front of them, facing dozens of Assassins.

However, as the background, there are hundreds of thousands of troops.

In the army, there are costumes from different regions, skin colors of different races, and different weapons.

Water style can be easily felt.

Everyone in this army has the ability to become an independent heroic spirit.

However, they all, willingly, followed behind the King of Conquerors.

"Look, my unparalleled army!" Full of pride and pride, the King of Conquerors shouted with arms raised in front of the cavalry queue.

"The king—he must live a more real life than anyone else—he must be admired by everyone!"

"The one who gathers the beliefs of all the brave and sets them on an expedition is the king. That's why—"

"The king is not lonely. Because his wish is the wish of all subjects!"

"Exactly! Exactly! Exactly!"

I closed my eyes and stopped paying attention to the undisputed sweep. When the inherent barrier was removed, all the people returned to the original courtyard and even their positions remained the same. Only some broken weapons remained on the ground to show the existence of Assassin.

Assassin, out.

She glanced at Irisviel from the corner of her eye without any trace, and saw that her originally fair skin now looked more crystal clear, as if transparent, and her brows were furrowed, obviously feeling unwell.

It seems that her guess is not without basis.

"It looks like this banquet is coming to an end." Squinting his eyes, Shui Shiki yawned and stretched out his hand to pull the flagon that was still half left in front of him, "I think, as a king, Archer, you shouldn't Then be stingy."

Raising his chin, a subtle smile was maintained on the golden king's face, "Hmph, as a reward for making me happy."

"I'm leaving." Carrying the flagon, Shui Shi said hello in a good mood, and before the others had time to express anything, he quickly got into the woods and rushed out of Ain Outside the Zbern Castle, stepping on dense tree branches along the forest back to the edge of the town.

This feast of the Three Kings was not in her expectation, and she did not expect that it would take so long.

Moreover, Emiya Kiritsugu was hiding inside the castle, and he could be smelled from a long distance away.

If it wasn't because of the inopportune moment, I'm afraid he would have used a bullet without hesitation to kill Weber, the little Master who ran to the enemy's territory without any defense.

However, if this is really done, Saber will be the first to have a strong reaction, her chivalry spirit will not allow such a thing to happen.

Then came Archer, no matter because of his dignity as a king or because of his temper, he would poke Emiya Kiritsugu to the brim without hesitation.

So no matter which level he stood at, that guy would not choose to do it at this time.

Hiding among the branches and waiting, as expected, Rider drove away from the direction of the castle with Waver in a short while.

Using the flexibility and elasticity of the branches, he jumped up, accurately grasped the axle below, and grabbed Rider's cloak to climb up when he leaned over to observe.

"Formula!"

"Yo, good morning." Raising his hand, he greeted the horrified Weber with a halfhearted expression.

"Okay...what the hell! Why did you appear out of nowhere!"

Finding a more comfortable seat on the Shenwei Chariot, Shui Shi sat down lazily, yawning, "I'm tired, I need to stay overnight."

"Hey!"

"Hahaha, since Formula needs it, you should invite her kindly, little Master!" Rider laughed and interrupted Weber's next complaint, and flicked the rein vigorously, "I think, Formula should want to say something?"

It should be said that the person who can ascend to the throne of king will not be a reckless person, Rider can easily see this.

"It's true, but more importantly, I hope to get a ride." Shrugging, he touched the clothes that were wet with blood and then dried by body heat, "Rider, your hands are too strong .”

He complained half-truthfully, then narrowed his eyes as if taking a nap, making both Weber and Rider silent, and went back to Weber's temporary residence quietly all the way.

Woke up in a daze, jumped in along the window and landed on the sofa accurately, put the fanny pack behind his head and dragged the thin quilt on it, and fell asleep.

Waiting to wake up again was also stimulated by the aroma of food coming from downstairs.

He took a deep breath and woke up, and woke up with his pockets that had been crushed down.

Stretching sleepily, he walked down the stairs lightly following Xiang'er's footsteps, just in time to meet the grandma who came out with miso soup.

"You finally woke up." Grandma was obviously very happy after seeing the water pose. "Reviewing homework is indeed important, but the body is more important."

...I don't know what reason Weber was talking about?

Well, who cares.

Sniffing, he took the initiative to help grandma carry the soup basin and put it on the table, then went to the kitchen to help.

This lunch can be said to be a feast for the guests of honor. The grandpa and grandma knew the appetite of Mizushi and Rider, so they directly made a lunch for nearly ten people. Even so, it was still cleaned up.

Originally intended to help wash the dishes but was kicked out, Shui Shimo touched the tip of his nose and turned upstairs, and then saw Rider sitting on the ground playing games and Weber lying on the bed rubbing his stomach.

"Stop it." Patted Rider's shoulder, sat on the bed, and shook Weber upwards, "I haven't said anything about last night."

He took out a copy of the information from his pocket and threw it on Weber's bulging belly, yawning and stretching his waist vigorously, "Oh~ow, I think, dear Mr. Weber should be able to understand the meaning expressed above. That's right, I'll wait for your reply tomorrow."

"Hey, cough, what is this!" Unprepared, a pile of heavy objects was thrown on his belly, and Wei Bo was almost knocked out of his breath.

"Hey, what's this writing?" Raising his eyebrows and throwing the handle aside, Rider leaned over and took the information with a big hand.

"About what I said last night, don't you think it's all nonsense?" Glancing at Rider out of the corner of his eye, he stepped on the window sill, "Anyway, there's nothing to lose if you take a closer look, and I'll look for it tomorrow you."

"Formula..."

"Ok?"

"There is a gate below! Hurry up and walk through the door for me!!!"

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