Chapter 127 Wan Muchun in front of the sick tree

Faced with Diarmuid's refusal, Matou Kenshin, who knew what he was thinking, shook his head.

"You are so gentle, Diarmuid."

"However," he changed the subject, "You only considered that your appearance would bring pressure to Iskandar's Master, but have you ever thought that people need to grow?"

"Under non-threatening circumstances, giving Weber some appropriate pressure will be more conducive to his growth."

After these words were spoken, Diarmuid did not speak.

But the body that appeared has answered everything.

Jianchen Jianchen smiled and said, "That's right, Diarmuid. Come on, Iskandar, Diarmuid, let's toast!"

Hearing this,

Diarmuid's handsome face, which was no less handsome than that of a succubus, smiled gently.

He opened a can of soda and toasted with his Master and the famous King of Conquerors, Iskandar.

The wine enters the heroic stomach and brews a heroic spirit.

The taste of malt spreads in the mouth, with a light sweetness and a hint of bitterness, just like the ups and downs of life.

"I say, King of Conquerors."

Kenshin Matou patted Iskandar's arm. The firmness of the muscles on that thick arm made Kenshin Matou quite envious.

"Burp~" Iskandar burped, "What's wrong, Master Caster?"

"If the Holy Grail War ends in three days, what do you want to do? After all... your desire to obtain the Holy Grail and gain a physical body is nothing more than to experience the current world for yourself."

"Uh……"

Iskandar was a little stunned. He had never thought about this question before.

"If you put it that way, I really haven't thought about it..."

Having said that, Iskandar put down the beer in his hand and started thinking seriously.

Jianchen Jianchen just sat aside and did not disturb them.

While tasting the fresh and slightly cool beer, he stared straight at Diarmuid beside him.

Even if you have been together for a long time.

Can……

This is a heroic spirit!

The heroes in Irish mythology are myths!
It is the heroic spirit that walked out of the story, now sitting beside me and obeying my commands.

Always being watched,
Diarmuid: "..."

After swallowing the beer in his mouth, Diarmuid asked seriously: "Master, is there something you want to ask? Don't worry, just say it directly."

"no no."

Jian Tong Jianchen waved his hands: "I just find it incredible."

"After all, you are from a country I have never been to. You are a hero in Irish mythology and a pioneer spearman in the Knights Templar."

"Although I despise that broken cup, it actually has the power to summon heroic spirits. This is a miracle in itself."

Iskandar thought,

After hearing what Jianchen Jianchen said, he couldn't sit still anymore.

The question of whether the Holy Grail really exists is very important to him.

Because he had lost so much for the "Endless Sea" that never existed, so much that even for someone as broad-minded as Iskandar, it was difficult to bear.

"I say, Master Caster, I have wanted to ask you a long time ago, does the Holy Grail really exist?"

Taking a sip of the wine, Iskandar's ears pricked up. He cared greatly about the answer to this question.

“Yes.”

Kenshin Matou didn't keep anyone in suspense.

The one in front of him is Iskandar, the King of Conquerors, not Altria, the King of Knights.

The reason why Kenshin Matou did not tell the story about the broken cup of the Holy Grail at the "King's Banquet" was because he needed the Holy Grail to make a deal with Altria, so he could not tell her the truth about the Holy Grail.

Otherwise, you won’t be able to fool the cute little Altria.

This concern obviously does not exist in the current room.

Therefore, Jianchen Matou did not hold back and expressed his impression of the Holy Grail:

"If I remember correctly, the Holy Grail has been contaminated. Of course, even though the broken cup is contaminated, it is more than enough to fulfill your wish of obtaining a physical body."

Kenshin Matou did not have a deep understanding of the structure of the Holy Grail, or the evil things in it.

However, this answer was enough to clear up Iskandar's confusion.

"I see."

Iskandar nodded. He didn't care whether the Holy Grail was contaminated or not. He only cared about the question of "whether the Holy Grail existed or not".

"In that case, we will meet sword to sword."

He slammed his big hand on the table, and Iskandar looked at Jianchen Matou with a very fiery gaze that made him feel goosebumps all over his body.

"No, no, no," Jianchen Matou hastily refused, "Your opponent is Caster, Diarmuid, not me, and I have no intention of fighting you."

"Hahahaha~"

Iskandar smiled, "As it should be. It's really unbecoming of a Heroic Spirit to do anything to a Master."

"really."

Jianchen Matou nodded, but his expression was a little gloomy.

Iskandar's words brought back bad memories.

Although he had never been killed by a Heroic Spirit, he had been killed by a Master many times before. The words "Emiya Kiritsugu" once again appeared in the mind of Matou Kenshin.

squeak~
The door was pushed open.

Weber walked in with a thin body, carrying two boxes of beer.

Weber didn't feel relieved until Iskandar easily took the beer.

He slumped down on the bed, gasping for breath.

This distance is also a challenge for him.

Although Weber is a magician, no weird magician would invent magic to help move objects.

Do not,
This kind of magic still exists.

However, they are just abilities that come with other magic.

Just like the butterfly magic mastered by Kenshin Matou, he can summon two butterflies and easily fly with beer.

But obviously, Weber, who came from a poor family, had never learned such convenient magic.

"Don't lie down, come over and have a couple of beers to relieve your fatigue?"

Although Kenshin Matou was only eight years old, his tone was like that of a hateful boss who was urging his subordinates to drink, which was seriously inconsistent with his cute appearance.

Shaking his head, Weber stood up from the bed.

He came to the table and sat down. He had no habit of drinking and did not listen to Jianchen Matou's advice.

Instead, he looked at Jianchen Jianchen and asked very seriously:

"Tell me, Master Caster, what exactly is it that you came here to discuss this time?"

With his hands on the table, Waver looked very imposing for a moment.

Jianchen Jianchen was not affected by him, but instead looked at the wall clock inexplicably.

"Well, it's getting late, and it's time to discuss my plans."

There is one thing that Jianchen Jiantong didn't say.

It was almost noon, and Xiaoying was still waiting for him at home for lunch.

He looked around at the people around him, his eyes sweeping over Iskandar and Waver.

After drinking the whole bottle of wine, he finally spoke:
"Today, I intend to remove the biggest obstacle for the Masters participating in this Holy Grail War. I will kill Gilgamesh, the oldest hero king, who holds the 'King's Treasure' and theoretically possesses all the Noble Phantasms."

There was a moment of silence, and you could hear a pin drop in the room.

So much so that the movement of Weber swallowing his saliva was particularly clear.

As if to hide his embarrassment, Weber said:

"You say that, but it's just your business, right? What does it have to do with us?"

Jianchen Matou looked at Waver with some surprise.

He didn't expect that Weber, who had not experienced the beatings of society and was still a student, could see through the trap he set.

But he showed no surprise.

He said this only out of habit. With Iskandar around, this low-level language trap naturally couldn't fool anyone in the room.

"Ah."

Jian Tong Jianchen shook his head and said:

"Although my desire to kill Gilgamesh is a private matter, if I don't do it, you and Iskandar will eventually have to face him, right?"

Knowing what will happen when Iskandar faces Gilgamesh, Matou Kenshin said sincerely:

"Iskander's trump card, 'King's Army', just can't deal with Gilgamesh. Under the power of his anti-world treasure, EA Sword of Disunion, the King's Army can't withstand it."

Weber remained silent.

Ever since he learned of Gilgamesh's identity, a faint despair began to spread in his heart.

Although he had no communication with Iskandar,
But the answer still came to my mind.

At this moment, looking at the swordsman Matou who said he wanted to kill Gilgamesh, Waver finally asked the question that concerned him most:
"So, Master Caster, what do you need us to do to kill Gilgamesh?"

"As for the alliance..."

Weber covered his forehead with his hands, but couldn't continue.

In his opinion, the alliance is the most suitable method.

Since knowing that Kenshin Matou's Servant was Emperor Gaozu of Han, Waver, a Master who is a student by profession, has been looking up information a lot in recent days.

But the more he looked around, the more he was shocked by the wisdom of that country.

"Connect vertically and horizontally!"

These four words are the answer Weber found, the answer to deal with Gilgamesh!
He excitedly told Iskandar the answer he had found that day, and the other person had a smile on his face that made Weber happy, a smile of recognition.

But what Iskandar said at that time made Weber feel like he was falling into an ice cellar.

"My boy, I am glad that you can use your wisdom to find the answer to winning the Holy Grail War, but unfortunately, that is not my way. Are you willing to believe that I can help you win the Holy Grail War without relying on the method you mentioned?"

At that moment, many emotions emerged in Weber's heart.

There is confusion, puzzlement, anger, and doubt...

But in the end,
All he said was, "I believe it."

therefore,

Waver, who felt that Kenshin Matou was going to form an alliance with him to deal with Gilgamesh together, held his forehead with one hand, feeling a terrible headache.

However, what Jianchen Jianchen said next was,
But it gave him a new lease of life.

(End of this chapter)