I'm in Fuyuki, there's a group chat, I'm hiding

"He never acts with us." Fender shook his head.

Magicians are mostly shady gutter rats who don't appear in front of people.

Amakusa bowed his head to express his understanding, and he couldn't help smiling: "That's really a pity."

There is something in the words.

But magicians don't know the clues from a few words.

"Amaicao, according to what you said, have you been successfully summoned, Assassin." Fender looked sideways, and he was very interested: "Is that the Assyrian empress?"

The rest of the masters are also engrossed.

Before participating in the competition, the Master will understand the criteria of the strength of the heroic spirits. When the ancient heroic spirits with high reputation are summoned, they will be given extremely powerful treasures.

It is difficult for anyone to be indifferent to this Noble Phantasm sublimated from the story of the Arabian Nights story of the tyranny of the Empress Semiramis who built a garden during her lifetime.

At this point, Fender's eyes became hot.

Being assigned to participate in the Holy Grail War is like participating in a gilding ceremony. As the only direct descendant of the clock tower this time, he hopes that the other masters will summon extremely powerful familiars so that he can finally take advantage of the fisherman.

Amakusa smiled intriguingly: "No, but it's about the same."

As he said that, he got up and pushed aside the empty chair beside him, and then raised his face and told everyone: "Please allow me to solemnly introduce, my Servant-Assassin. King of Assyria-Mr. Gengyuan."

Before the words fell, everyone felt a blur in front of their eyes, and a man in a black robe appeared out of thin air.

"Servant. Assassin." Geng Yuan responded loudly, and this cooperation also made Mr. Priest feel more at ease.

This really gave Amakusa enough face.

Although the group members still have a lot of ridicules such as "silently pretending to be a master" and "old deaf-mute".

...

Assassin?

Geng Yuan?

Fender's eyes lit up: "You mean... the man who left countless footprints in history, Geng Yuan?"

Of course also.

Amakusa does not tell lies.

But he also secretly contacted Geng Yuan through the causal medium endowed by the Holy Grail to the master and slave.

"Please wait a moment, just act immediately after I finish everything."

In layman's terms, he (Amakusa) said that he can go.

Amakusa's first order was very quick, and Geng Yuan didn't think about it, but at first he kicked his teeth: "Don't worry, I can ask my wife to poison at any time."

Now, Amakusa is relieved.

He looked left and right, most likely the Lion Jie would not come.

So..

"Gentlemen, before my Servants show their abilities, I hope that everyone can put aside their previous suspicions and be sincere and dedicated to the Magic Association." Amakusa smiled faintly.

These words are too high-sounding, excessive scene.

At least a few external employees of the clock tower are not very cold, they are all doing things with money.

The only ones who sniff out blind spots are the elites from the clock tower.

"There is something in the words, Mr. Amakusa Shiro." Fender frowned.

None of you here are good at it, you can tell something is wrong in just one or two sentences, and following Fender's reminder, everyone has also noticed something is wrong.

In this regard, Amakusa scratched his cheek, and he smiled wryly: "Is it so easy to see?"

As soon as he said this, he also bared his fangs. He stood up straight and looked around at the magicians present.

"Assassin, for our Holy Grail War, please help me bring all the Masters to sleep."

The faint words fell, and the dispute became a sensation.

But following Amica's words, Geng Yuan didn't leave much room for the magicians present to escape.

"Then I will accept everyone's magic power first." Geng Yuan snapped.

A wide and heavy iron chain suddenly rose from the sideways cuff, and rushed forward with the sound of nailing the iron. The chain lock cone burst out a blue arc of light before several Masters could move.

But in a short while, the iron chains bound all five of them.

It took only a dozen seconds before and after, and the drastic change caused several people to still not recover.

It was Fender who woke up quickly, but this shame and humiliation also made the originally elegant magician look good.

"Yanfeng, are you really betraying!?" He made a grim expression, and kicked his feet hard, trying to stand up.

As a first-class teacher of the clock tower, he has never encountered such a humiliation!

It's just that now that the magic power has been absorbed, Fender can only be as incompetent and furious as an ordinary person.

At this point, Amakusa knew that he was in power, so he no longer concealed it, and his smile was gentle and elegant.

"Times have changed, Mr. Magician." He still smiled, but the shadow on his face was creeping across his profile, looking gloomy and strange.

"Or, is it no longer the Kotomine Shiro Tokisada you knew?" Amakusa saw the empress appearing beside Geng Yuan out of thin air, and saw the purple-black smoker she handed over the table, she couldn't help but tilt her face, condescending Looking down at the five magicians who were numb all over, "It's a pity, the Yanfeng you first knew didn't exist in the first place."

Varied...

Fender grabbed his neck with difficulty, his eyes were unfocused, he wanted to say something, but his mind went blank, and finally fell asleep with his eyes rolled.

All five contestants passed out, no matter how much they prepared to face the Servant, it would not help.

"Look, this group of guys are sleeping to death." Geng Yuan stepped forward: "The poisonous incense burner made by Sammy is of high quality. I think these guys won't be able to wake up before the end of the Holy Grail War. As long as there is a source of Constant supply of magic power."

He ignored Semi's reproachful eyes and stepped on the heads of several contestants: "You can try it if you want, the texture is good, Master."

This...

Amakusa did not expect Geng Yuan to be so active in nature, he was dazed for a long time before returning to his senses and vetoing: "No, I have no interest in it."

And ah...

"I think you should pay more attention. Sometimes excessive playfulness may cause trouble." Amakusa pointed.

At least Sammy was exhausted seeing her lover look like this, she closed her eyes and turned around, wanting to disappear.

'What an emotionally dull idiot, don't you know how to thank Sammy first? The Empress was melancholy at Geng Yuan's EQ.

"Wait, Your Highness Semiramis." Seeing that the Empress turned around and was about to leave, Amakusa hastily dissuaded him. Seeing that the situation was going so smoothly, he still wanted to ask: "I hope you and Assassin can summon the two palaces together."

It has to be said that Amakusa is really a master of language, he can cover Geng Yuan with one word, and use the latter's name to increase the probability of successful application.

Now, the command of the five Servants is in hand.

The next thing to do is to summon the Sky Garden first, and then use the loophole of the Holy Grail mechanism to cheat to summon the Servant.

In this way, Amakusa has the command of six Servants.

In that case, his wish will come true soon.

Chapter 5. Joan of Arc's Big Boobs

In the east, Tulipas Castle is plotting to win, and in the west, the church is plotting to seize power.

On the other side of the empty and dark hall, Grand Duke Vlad stood with his hands behind his back.

He looked at the lightning and thunder in the night scene, and watched the wind blow down the trees.

"Saber." He glanced at the knight who appeared out of nowhere with his words: "It's your first night back, can't you sleep?"

Is this...

Lancelot approached calmly, observing the storm outside the floor-to-ceiling windows: "No, I'm just thinking about the past."

before?

"Oh? It's unexpected that Arthur's knights of the round table would be greedy for the scenery of the past." Vlad III said it was an accident, but more of a mockery.

Lancelot didn't care much, and he also turned his head: "Your Excellency, don't you also want to summon Guinevere because you are nostalgic for the scenery of the past."

A calm narrative of reality is the best response.

At the right time, the thunder roared loudly, splitting and separating the sleepless rainy night full of dark clouds.

Both of them stared at each other, half of their faces were glaring with lightning.

But soon, both of them also looked away.

One is to abide by the duties of subordinates, and the other is to think that this will damage the majesty of the king.

After a while, it was Lancelot who made the end of this quiet moonlit night: "I will take my leave first."

In this regard, Vlad III nodded in agreement.

but...

"Don't die lightly. You and that Rider are the ones I hope to execute with my own hands."

Follow sentences that are neither exciting nor weak.

Lancelot stopped holding the hand on the doorknob, and he turned around and bowed: "Fulfilling the mission."

After speaking, the door is closed.

The reverberation of closing the door is even more gloomy with the dull moon curtain of night lights.

Vlad III turned his back again, looked at the suburbs on the far bank, and remained silent for a long time.

He remembered.

It was such a moonlit night—

The first encounter between a brave and heroic king and a young man hiding in a stable.

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After the new rain in the empty mountains——

After the rain, Romania is quite humid, and the soil accompanied by fresh air is also a kind of comfort.

Suddenly, there is something like an eyeball.

From the corner in front, there was an uproar passing by, followed by slender and healthy big white legs.

Xiao Pan, a girl with blond braids, sprints hard around the city.

Today, when the black and red sides are raising their troops and recharging their batteries.

Joan of Arc is still practicing sprinting today.

"Train hard, or you'll lose the chain." Her steps were light and her hands and feet were nimble.

Joan of Arc is the Ruler who descended by virtue, in charge of the fairness and principles of the Holy Grail War.

As a kind-hearted saint, she may not be suitable for this office.

Just like now.

Joan of Arc knew that she would not be able to affect the girl's body, so she wanted to exercise the girl's frail body in the name of 'health'.

Eat more, sleep more, occasionally practice a set of combination boxing;

Demonstrate a set of [Depression Knife Technique] for the poor Uncle Wang at the entrance of the village from time to time.

Jeanne D'Arc wanted a quiet life.

But today, she will bid farewell to her roommates, the village, and everything here.

For this sad parting, Joan bought 12 big milk bags and 6 cups of fresh milk with tears in her eyes.

After eating these, I put on my small bag and prepared to take a stroll to the church to have a look.

"The expected preparation time is almost exhausted, and there is only one red Servant who can perceive it, which is too strange."

She thought while chewing, ignoring her roommate's demented look with a mouth full of milk and oil.

"You are really amazing." The roommate sighed.

After she finished speaking, she glanced at Joan's chest meaningfully, the shirt just held up her bulging breasts: "This is really what you eat to make up for..."