[Fate] Box and Servant

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The beautiful girl is wearing a dress with soft texture and long sleeves, but it looks more like a shirt one size larger than the dress. After all, the length of the dress is too short, barely covering her round buttocks. The collar was opened to her chest, and as she raised her hand, the collar slid down slightly, revealing the girl's tender cleavage. When she moved her gaze down, she could see the faint smile line that had been hiding under the skirt.

Linglongguan Meisha lifted her thick long hair, turned her back to the mirror, and could see the command spell on the back of her neck when she turned her face. The gorgeous command spell itself was like a pattern drawn on a whiteboard with a marker pen. Who used it? A few random swipes of a finger on one side left an ugly mark.

"Heh, this is a bulldog?" Linglongguan Mei Shaye turned around, and said sarcastically to Lancer, whose wound was still bleeding: "It's ridiculous to be bitten into a serious injury instead of picking up the prey."

Lancer curled his lips, not paying attention to the girl's thorny words at all, but his unintentional actions revealed a sense of connivance, and he didn't refute anything, anyway, he knew that the girl would definitely not keep silent.

"The servant couldn't be killed, and he was injured like this by a human master. Yo, Mr. Bulldog, your reputation is real? Could it be that this writer magnified your strength thousands of times for the sake of the plot? Or Said that your military strength is relying on the magic weapon, once you lose it, you will be reduced to such a miserable situation?" Mei Shaye sarcastically mercilessly, the more she said, the more angry she picked up the cup on the table and threw it at Lancer.

As if he was used to it, Lancer turned sideways and easily avoided the attack. The glass hit the wall and instantly shattered into scum. Lancer turned his head to look at the debris on the ground, thinking that he would remember to sweep it away later.

Mei Shaye stood barefoot on the ground, the soft soles of her feet pressed against the cold tiles, but she couldn't calm down her anger at this moment. Lancer sighed, shrugged his shoulders without motivation, and said lazily: "Master, you saw it too, didn't you? The other party is not an ordinary person. Even I was frightened by that speed."

"Useless useless dog." Mei Shaye rubbed her aching temple, and said dissatisfiedly: "When did my servant become a guy who is not even as good as a watchdog! Ahhh, really! It's really annoying It's so hot!!!" The white right foot, stained with burgundy nail polish, stomped hard on the ground, causing pain in the bone of the foot.

Mei Shaye of Linglong Pavilion turned around, looked at the abrupt space in the room that was distorted like an abstract painting, thought for a while, and said to herself: "No, it's not yet time, it's too inelegant to do so .”

As soon as he heard the word 'elegant', Lancer looked helpless, raised his hand and scratched the back of his itchy head.

"Change the target." The girl turned to face Lancer, folded her hands in front of her chest, and said seriously: "You know the best, don't you? Dogs will leave the hardest bones for the last .”

[Killing one first is one, there will always be a chance, I just need to take advantage of it, no matter what method I use...! ]

The girl chanted a mantra of firmness to herself in her heart.

[There's plenty of time...it's okay, Mei Shaye. ]

At the same time, in a hotel at the other end of the city, a purple-haired girl who also has a clear goal and a strong desire to win is sitting beside a soft and comfortable big bed.

She reached out and gently took the man's hand.

The man looked like a mess, like a dried up flower, both the branches and leaves and the petals were already dead. With the wind, the flowers were crumbling, but they just didn't want to fall into the mud.

But he has soft and warm palms, slender fingers and very beautiful nail beds.He fell asleep, his breathing was slow, and his thin chest rose and fell, representing the existence of life.

The purple-haired servant tightly closed the curtains, and watched the room vigilantly, until he had seen everything before standing quietly behind the girl.

The purple-haired girl put the man's hand on her cheek, and the warmth that reassured her gave her a soft blush. The girl kissed the palm of her hand, and then gently put the man's arm back into the velvet quilt.

"I'm going to sleep for a while, and wake me up at six o'clock. Uncle needs an infusion." The purple-haired girl stood up, and compared to her petite appearance ten years ago, she has now fully opened into a beautiful girl.

She is Sakura Matou.The reason why Matou Kariya participated in the Holy Grail War ten years ago and the main factor that reduced him to what he is today.

The taciturn servant stood aside, nodded, and said in a deep voice like a magnetic cello, "Master, please take a good rest, and let me do the infusion."

"No." As if being stabbed by something, the girl narrowed her eyes slightly in displeasure, and said in a cold tone: "You are not allowed to touch uncle, your existence is only for the Holy Grail." Matou Ying turned around, Looking squarely at the burly man who was much taller than him, he said slowly: "You are also one of the people who harmed uncle."

The servant frowned and pressed his empty eyes, put his hands on his chest, bent over like a housekeeper, and said, "Yes." His handsome face, which is so melancholy that makes women's hearts palpitate, has no effect on Matou Sakura , which in turn led to more dissatisfaction.

so disgusting...

Matou Sakura turned her face away from the follower, she hated berserker or everything that caused Matou Kariya to become like this ten years ago, she hated.

Whether intentional or indifferent, whether he retains his sanity or not.

She doesn't even think about it, she just hates it.A sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl who has experienced too much torture and abuse cannot hold much kindness to the world that hurt her.

Hatred can make her feel better, it can make her grit her teeth and survive the scorching torture all over her body.

Then, she only thought of Uncle Kariya.

This kind old man who does not expect anything in return, a patient who relies on magic potions to prolong his life,

The most precious warmth in her heart.

She also wants to do her best to do something for him.

Uncle Kariya shouldn't be lying on the bed like this forever, and there shouldn't be so many pinholes on the back of his beautiful hands.

He should carry his luggage with his camera and lens, climb mountains and wades, take pictures of every beautiful moment, and then explain them to her one by one when he returns to Fuyuki.

It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this... That's why Matou Sakura found the holy relic of Lancelot. With her excellent magic circuit, she successfully summoned the semi-mad Berserker after long-term research.Yes, she hated this tall purple-haired man, but she had to admit that he was strong enough.

And what is most needed in this Holy Grail War is strong strength.

Matou Ying frowned slightly, and said impatiently: "I'll go to the cubicle to rest, and you will protect uncle here." After she finished speaking, she walked out of the room quickly.

With the sound of closing the door, the servant who lowered his head in silence also raised his face, his deep purple eyes flashed a wave, and his leather gloved hands clenched into fists.

Logically speaking, he should have lost his wish after meeting the king.And the Holy Grail shouldn't have summoned him out again, but for some reason, he was standing in front of the former master's bed as a sarvant.

To him, the confrontation ten years ago still seemed like it just happened yesterday, but both Matou Sakura and the sleeping Matou Kariya reminded him of it all.

Ten years, ten years in the blink of an eye.

Even the Holy Grail War has been moved to this strange city, not in Fuyuki City.

Lancelot stood quietly, with his hands behind his back, his expression as calm as a mirror-like lake under the moon, but he felt a little more guilt in his heart for looking at Matou Kariya for one more second.

According to knight etiquette, after they are summoned, they should all say to their master, I will hold the Holy Grail with both hands.The violent man ten years ago could only roar hoarsely, and ten years later, he could not speak out under the ice-cold hatred of the girl.

My lord, you have tolerated a poor knight.

Thinking of the blond king who had followed and treated him tolerantly for many years, Lancelot slowly lowered his eyes, which were reflected like a thick circle of black and blue under his eyes.

The clock pointed to two o'clock in the middle of the night, and a certain private property in the city was still lit.

The famous clock tower lecturer who has titles such as "Professor Tianhui" and "Master V" and "Big Ben☆London Star"-His Excellency El-Melloi II is wearing and he's recognized by his female students as the most beautiful in the clock tower. The man who wants to OOXX with the 'No1 seat is completely inconsistent with the house T and baggy boxers, looking at the information displayed on the huge TV screen with a broken face.

He stood up suddenly, and threw the game controller to the ground in an unrefined and mature manner. The moment it landed, he was firmly caught by a huge hand.

"Ahahahaha, don't be so irritable, the controller is innocent." The brawny man wearing the same T-shirt and boxer shorts laughed heartily, and said, "Xiaoyueling has to be cleaned if it is broken."

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa therefore. The latest game I just bought! Why did I lose so badly! It’s simply unscientific!!!”

"Please smoke a cigarette and calm down." The silver girl who looked like a maid handed over a cigarette, and Weber took it and bit it in his mouth, and took a puff on the flame that the silver girl handed over.The girl took a step back, holding a crystal ashtray in her hands.The well-behaved and cute appearance makes people forget the fact that she is Yue Lingshuang.

"Hey, little guy." Rider pointed his thumb at the screen and said, "This is a strategy battle game with a high degree of freedom. How could you beat me, the king of conquerors?"

"FXXK! Let's switch to a love game!" Nicotine couldn't calm him down. At this moment, Weber is not much different from the boy ten years ago. One sound.

"Master is just like a child, how can you fight in a love game." Yue Lingshuang bluntly complained, making Wei Bo look at the magic dress he improved with a speechless expression, holding a cigarette in his mouth.

"Ahahahahaha, it's okay, we don't need to participate in the battle anyway, there is too much time, it's better to play more games to waste some time."

"Who said there's no need to go to war." Weber sat cross-legged on the carpet with a cigarette in his hand, and said, "It's just going to take a while, there's no need for it now."

"Hey, let me tell you, you've made some progress in the past ten years. At least I don't understand what's going on in your little head." Rider rubbed his beard with his index finger and thumb, as if he felt Beard didn't feel good enough to touch Wei Bo's head.

Weber patted those big hands away impatiently, and said, "Not only that, I have also grown taller, and I am no longer the little boy who knows nothing, rider. Anyway, you will understand after a while, these things There are too many and too complicated to explain. All in all..." Wei Bo took a puff of cigarette, exhaled the smoke slowly, and said calmly in a deep voice that was completely different from ten years ago: "You just think that we are just to watch But don't worry, I will give you what you want."

"Ahahahahahaha, okay, then I'm looking forward to the little master." Once the rider laughed loudly, Weber was glad that the property he bought was in a secluded residential area, just when Weber was planning to pick up the property. When the controller played another game, the mobile phone he put on the sofa behind him rang.

It was a very ordinary ringtone, but each and every sound struck Weber's heart.He picked up the phone as if he was facing an enemy, and he was even more horrified when he realized that the number displayed on it was an unfamiliar number.

"Why didn't you pick it up?" asked the rider. Before he could snatch it up and press the button for Weber, Weber quickly opened the phone case, took off the battery with his fingers, and threw the three little things back. After getting off the sofa, the rider blinked and asked, "What kind of trick is this?"

"In this way, the other party will hear the recording from the communication company saying that it is not in the service area, not that I have turned off the phone." Weber squeezed the cigarette holder and shook it, with an expression of 'I'm good'.

"Could it be your wife? Ah, this is not good. Although I understand it as a man, you must be more patient with your own wife." Rider reached out and tried to reinstall the phone, but was stopped by Weber.

"I'm not married, and that guy thinks she's not my wife. I don't have that much ability and life!" Weber rubbed his temples, and said, "It's Saber's master, even if I answer the phone, what I hear will be After a bit of scolding, I will take the initiative to see him after she calms down a little..."

Before the voice finished, Yueling's marrow liquid rippled all over her body, her eyes widened, without blinking, she clenched the long-handled mop in her hand, and said, "Master, there are intruders. "

Rider moved his nose, and a bloody smell came from the open window. He stood up abruptly and stood in front of Weber together with the Moon Spirit Essence.

Although there was a bloody smell, it didn't carry a trace of murderous intent, and even mixed with a bit of Ling Lie's sword intent that was deeply remembered by the rider... The hostility in his heart subsided unconsciously.

The wind blew up the thin sand curtains chosen by Yue Lingjue, and a female figure appeared in the relatively wide window, and the boots on the window panel were not polite at all.

"Hey, Your Excellency El-Melloi II, you haven't slept so late, which little beauty are you adultering with?" There was no murderous intent, but the resentment was real, and the first sentence was very unpleasant.

The corners of Weber's mouth twitched a few times, thinking how could he not be able to hide from this guy with such a perfect aura disguise, and could he take off those blood-stained boots before stepping into his room with expensive wooden floors !

Teachers' money is hard to earn!

"Night... good..." Wei Bo stretched out his hand, pushed away the protective barriers in front of him, raised his unfinished cigarette, and said to the box with a bright smile on his face, "Do you want a cigarette first? My friend, Box."

"Okay." The boots stepped on the wooden floor, one step at a time, and the moon spirit fluid clenched the long handle in his hand. The box was completely intentional, and the step was very heavy for this effect. When she approached Weber, she stopped. At this time, her smile was as gentle as if it could overflow water. She changed her frivolous tone and said in a gentle tone: "You must light a cigarette, but my friend , let me punch you first."

As soon as the voice fell, Wei Bo only felt that his eyes went dark.