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The slender neck stem is only a few millimeters away from the blade, and the light blue blood vessels are buried under the white skin. As long as the hand holding the handle trembles, the blood will bloom gorgeous flowers on it.

The middle-aged man showed a smile of victory. He heard that although the gravity of Hong Kong gangsters is extremely arrogant, he will not abandon his subordinates easily-how naive, I did not expect that there are still people in the mafia who would take their lives seriously.

But this is just convenient for him, isn't it...? !

Blood gushed out from the well-cut wound like a jet of water, and the middle-aged man opened his eyes wide in horror. Due to the fast cutting speed, the pain was not fed back from the brain until the broken palm fell to the ground.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!"

Three command spells were engraved on the broken back of the hand, and the dark red light oozes ominous breath like the fresh blood on the ground.

The Rashomon, which was as thin as a cicada's wings, opened in front of Sawakawa at some point, and the blood splashed out was blocked by the black cloth.

"I don't know how Ryunosuke managed to take Rashomon back without any grievances. When I think of the dirty blood on it, I want to change a piece of clothing."

Sawagawa turned a deaf ear to the screams next to him, he didn't look like he was standing at the bloody scene of the murder, but he looked like a young master who was attending a banquet but worried about his clothes getting dirty.

Hei Beast seemed to sense his subtle dislike, the breath around him became weaker, and he withdrew his windbreaker limply.

Rashomon: Beep...

California Qingguang lowered his eyes indifferently, his gaze swept across the body of the man curled up on the ground, and with his right hand, he swept the cold blade dripping with blood aside, removing the filthy blood on it.

Putting the thumb of his left hand against the scabbard, he slightly pressed down on the scabbard. After withdrawing the blade, he seemed a little nervous: "Sorry master, I didn't think carefully."

"Be careful next time." Although he knew the blood wasn't sticking to his clothes, it would still feel a little uncomfortable. After tapping gently, Sagawa praised: "Qingguang's reaction is very fast."

Qing Guang, who was still a little at a loss, immediately lowered his head in embarrassment when he heard the words: "You are too famous."

"No ah ah - my Command Seal! My Holy Grail! My money! Everything is mine!"

Greed even suppressed the pain, causing the middle-aged man to crawl towards his severed hand with his arms covered in sweat. The excessive blood loss caused double images to appear in front of his eyes, but he still stared at that hand persistently.

The blood trailed all the way on the floor, and when he was about to reach the severed hand, a slender leg stepped on his back, seemingly light, but directly smashed the floor with his head.

Nakaya's cobalt blue eyes are like the frozen sea surface, the narrow and long eye tails are slightly raised, and there is a chill in them. The strong coercion is more timid than the invisible gravity.

This kick seemed to have injured the internal organs of the middle-aged man, and he vomited out blood one by one, with small pieces of broken organs mixed in.

His face was mixed with gravel, dust and blood, and he was almost invisible, but he still stared at the severed hand, or the three Command Seals on it, obsessively.

Blood clogged his throat, and he could only tell from his wriggling lips that he probably wanted to say something.

It is nothing more than money and power, which are indeed more precious than life in the eyes of desperadoes.

"Do you want it?" Sagawa walked up to the severed hand.

The middle-aged man kept making ho-ho sounds from his throat, like a little bit of lost vitality in an overwhelmed body, but his eyes staring at the severed hand suddenly burst into light.

"I'll give it back to you." Sagawa rolled the broken hand in Rashomon and threw it in front of him, looking down at him with kindness in his eyes.

Hahahahahaha indeed, he is just a noble young master who doesn't know the world, and he has such a thing as sympathy when dealing with enemies.

A hint of joy flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged man... As long as he can regain the Command Seal, they will settle the debt after he summons his servants!

His Command Seal... Where is his Command Seal? !

The middle-aged man's ecstatic expression seemed to have been poured with cold water, and then he became angry. The eyes staring at the severed hand didn't look like looking at a part of his body, but like staring at a heinous enemy.

"Are you looking for this?" Sagawa stretched out his right hand casually, turning his eyes over and over again.

The three command spells formed a brand new pattern, the dark red luster was particularly conspicuous on the fair skin, and anyone could notice it immediately.

This is impossible!

The face of the middle-aged man gradually distorted. It was unknown whether it was because of the unbearable pain or the constant hatred in his heart, and perhaps a little fear.

He was very sure that there was nothing on the back of the young man's hand before, how could it be possible!How could the candidate confirmed by the Holy Grail be changed so easily!Who the hell is he—? !

"It doesn't belong to you." Sagawa's eyes met his, the honey-colored pupils seemed to be clear and gentle like an abyss, making those who watched him unable to see the bottom at a glance, so that there was an uncontrollable trembling feeling in his heart .

"Cough, cough, no, it's impossible! I'm the one chosen by the Holy Grail——!" After the middle-aged man vomited a big mouthful of blood, a burst of courage came out of nowhere, supporting him I finished yelling this sentence.

Sawagawa shrugged innocently: "This only shows that the Holy Grail sometimes misses."

Holy Grail: In ?Why scold yourself?

Sawagawa: What does it have to do with Yoshihiko Sawagawa, who scolded the Holy Grail?

"Tsk." Zhong also saw the ants struggling to say something under his feet, and impatiently stomped on his foot again. This foot was merciless. After the middle-aged man twitched a few times, he hugged him until he died. Desires that cannot be given up rolled into hell.

There was no unrelated person yelling like flies, Chuya's fierce aura subsided slightly.

He looked at Sawagawa, and didn't let him come to his side like the previous few times. From the moment the command spell appeared on the back of the opponent's hand, things became complicated.

What he worried about was not Sawagawa but the leader.

Even though Sawagawa had revealed to him that his purpose of participating in the Holy Grail War was not to become the winner and get the Holy Grail, but with the deep heart of the leader, I am afraid that he would not believe it, nor would he be willing to keep a meth by his side.

Zhong also frowned, his eyes were no longer calm just now, but instead revealed a depressing atmosphere, like the sea surface on the eve of a storm, with undercurrents everywhere.

"It seems that we want to go together." Sagawa spread his hands helplessly, "Let's separate here, Chuya."

California Qingguang stood behind him holding a knife, his figure was straight, his eyes were as clear as his own body, as long as the master needed him, he could become the sharpest knife at any time.

Chuuya felt even more unhappy.

Obviously the two of them were still sleeping on the same bed last night, but today there seems to be a bottomless gap between them.

"If your goal is not the Holy Grail, then find a place to stay and don't come out." Zhongya warned with a dark face, and after taking a deep look at him, he turned around and left here first.

He didn't doubt that Sawagawa didn't aim for the Holy Grail at all.

"No matter what time it is, it is always a pleasure to be trusted." Sagawa watched his back and said with emotion.

It's a pity that staying well may not be suitable for him.

The roar of the locomotive gradually faded away.

"Let's go, find a place to settle down."

You can't just welcome the king in a dilapidated room.

However, due to his poor nature, after going around in circles, he returned to this villa again.

Sawagawa: "..."

Having been rich in the branch line for a long time, he actually forgot how poor he was in the main world, let alone letting him continue to use Zhongye's black card would be too much.

The poor cup sighed, worked hard and casually removed the blood from the corpse, and cleaned up the house.

Fortunately, the powers he duplicates are diverse, and there are also powers suitable for repairing houses.

The magic array needed for the séance ceremony of summoning the servants is not complicated, because the master is only the support of the servants in the present world. Although it is indispensable, the magic power that makes the heroic spirits appear in the present world is provided by the Holy Grail.

After drawing the magic circle in the basement of the villa, Sawagawa read the all-too-familiar prayer with anticipation.

He does not need holy relics, because he himself is the best medium.

When the prayer was about to end, the magic power flowing out of his body merged and collided with the remaining magic power in the air, stirring up a small whirlwind that forced people to barely open their eyes.

The summoned lines lit up for a burst of light and became radiant.

Sagawa's complexion suddenly sank, and the aura reflected in the summoning formation did not belong to any class participating in the battle.

...Avenger.

The king will never come with such a rank.

The summoning array continued to operate, and the summoned heroic spirits were faintly standing in the center of the storm.

With a slender but not weak body, long green hair fluttering in the wind, like the rich and natural breath of the forest.

Sawagawa: "..."

He actually forgot that King Gilgamesh was not the only one who could respond to the Holy Grail, but also... his titular brother, the Lock of Heaven—Enkidu, who was made out of the same soil as him.

The magic power in the air became more and more oppressive, and even California Qingguang behind him couldn't bear it.

At this moment, Sawagawa only had the urge to cover his face, and was even a little frustrated. If he wanted to forcefully respond with the king's ability, it would not be impossible...

Could it be that he was rejected by the king?

Once the summoning ceremony starts, it cannot be forcibly interrupted.

Sawagawa took a deep breath to cheer himself up, and while the summoning array was still in operation, he rushed into the center of the array neatly, jumped up lightly, and pressed down on his green head while the heroic spirit was still awake, trying to put him down. Tuck it back from the middle of the formation.

Summoning Array: To be honest, it is the first time I have seen this kind of show operation after working for hundreds of years.

Forcibly breaking into the formation will be backlashed, and the magic power is like a blade cutting the skin of his body with small wounds.

"Master!" California Qingguang, who was behind him, was blown by the wind and had to cover his face with his hands. Seeing him like this, he immediately exclaimed, subconsciously about to rush in.

Sagawa stopped the impatient protector from hitting the knife, his face was stern and his eyes glowed coldly.

He didn't hesitate to strike, the strength could even crush the head of an ordinary person, and he ground his back molars.

Get him back!

Bring back his king!

Don't casually appear in other people's summoning array!

The author has something to say: the second update and the list of shareholders at twelve o'clock

Go to bed early, eat it tomorrow

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