In the backyard of the Matou family's house, crackling sounds and heavy breathing intertwined together.

The crackling sound is not the burning of wood.

This is not ancient times.

The heavy breathing did not come from daytime sexual intercourse.

It's still daytime.

The person who created these voices is a hero, a person admired by countless people.

There are two heroes.

One is the hero of Great Britain, their king, Lady Altria.

One is the Irish hero, the vanguard cavalry of their knights, Diarmuid.

There is no doubt about Miss Altria's status. All the Knights of the Round Table are either loyal chefs or radical chefs.

Diarmuid's status remains to be discussed.

After all, because of the curse of the teardrop mole at the corner of his eye, what he did was indeed a bit dishonorable.

This matter cannot be washed away.

But this matter is not important.

Today, that is, right now, is the last day of the Holy Grail War.

Iskandar has entered the inherent barrier "Hanjie".

Miss Altria is also fighting with Diarmuid now.

Jianchen Jianchen didn't want to see this battle.

But this is Diarmuid's wish.

He didn't refuse.

It is not difficult to understand that Diarmuid does not want to stay in the present world. After all, people are different. It is normal that Iskandar's wish is not attractive to Diarmuid.

Although Kenshin Matou is the lord of Diarmuid, he has no intention of forcing his subjects.

Fighting with Lady Altria and the famous King Arthur is Diarmuid's honor as a knight and also his wish.

This wish is his final battle in this Holy Grail War.

"Ugh…"

The swordsman Matou in the simulator was unwilling to watch the battle between Diarmuid and Miss Altria.

Now he still doesn't want to watch it.

Ignoring the people who were watching intently, Jianchen Jiantou quietly left the backyard.

The outcome of this battle was inevitable, there were no surprises.

Miss Altria and Diarmuid's masters are both swordsmen Matou, so they both have no shortage of magical power and can always maintain their prime.

In this situation.

Even if we fight a hundred times, Miss Altria will win.

and……

Jianchen Matou and Diarmuid are in tune with each other and understand each other's thoughts.

There was no communication between the two of them, but they knew each other's thoughts, their views on the battle, and their expectations for the outcome.

……

……

In the secret room.

Uncle Liu was still lying on the chair calmly, browsing on his cell phone, like a carefree old man.

This kind of living condition is really enviable.

I don’t know if it’s because of Uncle Liu’s “open-minded” ability, but Kenshin Matou hasn’t had a dream since he became his master.

This dream is not that dream. It is not the dream of ordinary people, nor is it the erotic dream of adolescent boys and girls.

It is about the dreams that the Servant experiences.

Waver dreamed of Iskandar's regret, the hyena in a world without Swordsman Matou, and he dreamed of Miss Altria's regret.

This seems to have become an important node for enhancing the relationship between the Master and the Servant.

Jianchen Jianchen does not need to improve his relationship with Uncle Liu.

But now, he is very interested in the most unforgettable regret in Uncle Liu's life.

Because even if he has cheats and a simulator with incredible powers, he still has to go through a scene that he doesn't want to see.

It is impossible to have everything go your way.

It's impossible to do it with cheats, even with a simulator.

He wanted to follow his heart, but he couldn't go against Diarmuid's wishes, force him, or order him to stay in the world and stay with him.

Regrets always exist throughout life.

"Uncle Liu, what is your regret?"

Sitting opposite Uncle Liu, Jiantong Jianchen first poured a cup of tea for Uncle Liu and then poured a cup for himself.

Given his relationship with Uncle Liu, and their personalities, there was no need to beat around the bush; he could just ask directly.

The hot tea that has just been brewed cannot be drunk yet.

It’s not that I’m afraid of the heat.

After all, he is a heroic spirit who can withstand magma, let alone 100-degree hot water.

The reason why you can't drink it is that the hot water has just been added and the aroma of the tea leaves has not yet been brewed out.

Although Uncle Liu is the emperor and Jianchen Jianchen is a local rich man, they are very similar in that they are frugal in small things and wasteful in big things.

As an emperor, Uncle Liu was very generous and spent money on his subordinates without blinking an eye.

As a local rich man, Kenshin Matou was also very generous. He gave Matou Kariya great convenience without even thinking about the financial power of the Matou family.

It’s just so that the other person won’t bother me because of money issues.

"Whoosh..."

Blowing the tea leaves floating on the teacup, Uncle Liu held his phone in one hand, swiping it while answering Jianchen Jianchen's question: "Regrets..."

"I don't have any regrets, I just want to take a look at another option."

"Another option?"

Jianchen Matou repeated the sentence, seeming to be thinking about something.

It is not difficult to guess, or even easy to guess, what the other option Uncle Liu is talking about is.

“Isn’t this a choice?”

Jian Tong Jian Chen said: "Heroes can create the times, and the times can also create heroes. But it doesn't matter, anyway, Uncle Liu, you won."

"Now that I'm retired, I envy those who live here."

Uncle Liu didn't say anything.

Jianchen Matou continued, "The Holy Grail War officially ends today. You are not interested in the broken cup of the Holy Grail. Thank you for your help along the way."

"Now, Uncle Liu, you can go back to your hometown and take a look. You can come back anytime you want. The door of the Matou family is always open to you."

"It is even possible to set up a mourning hall for you and place your grave on it."

"This is the property in Pei County. I have arranged for someone to take care of it. There is nothing much to decorate inside, so you can clean it up yourself. If your former residence is standing, you don't need to use special abilities. In today's society, everything is easy if you have money. Besides, your reputation in this world is not as good as that of your descendant Liu Xuande."

"But..."

"Hahahaha, the most famous person in the entire Han Dynasty, who is also very popular even in this island country, is not named Liu, but Zhuge. This is also very interesting."

Jian Tong Jianchen pushed the real estate certificate that he had prepared in advance in front of Uncle Liu.

Looking at the old man in front of him who was about to "separate" from him, he felt so reluctant in his heart.

In this strange world, compared to Matou Zouken, who was the first to call him grandson, Uncle Liu is his first relative.

He was also the person who helped him the most.

Even though he doesn't obey orders, even though he has no respect for elders, even though his abilities are too weird, I still... can't bear to let him go.

"okay."

Uncle Liu took the property certificate handed over by Jian Tong Jianchen without refusing. He was not a polite person and his face was so thick that no one could match him.

"It's okay to be pretentious for a while. If you keep being pretentious, it will be disgusting."

"After I left, your girls were still here. If you do this now, they'll be addicted to their beauty again in a few days." "Uh..."

Jianchen Matou touched his nose and found that he really couldn't refute it.

The old man and the young man did not talk, but just drank tea in silence.

The tea was drunk sip by sip, and a pot of tea was quickly consumed.

Sera and Lijelite walked into the room, placed snacks on Kenshin Matou's table, and placed white wine and pickles on Uncle Liu's table.

This time, Uncle Liu didn't pick up his chopsticks.

He put the phone into his cloth pocket, looked at Sayla and Lijielit, and then said to Jianchen Matou: "Iskander is gone."

"I see."

Jian Tong Jianchen responded, and when he looked up, Uncle Liu was no longer there.

His heart suddenly felt empty.

He felt sad, but he didn't cry.

People who are feeling miserable need someone to accompany them, but that person cannot be too close, otherwise the other person may worry.

That person can't be too unfamiliar, otherwise he will be arrogant and unable to vent his emotions.

It just so happened that Jianchen Jiantong knew that there was a suitable person who could accompany him in his suffering.

He instructed the two maids beside him:

"Bring Waver here. I don't want to see anyone before dinner except for the news about Diarmuid. Help me tell them the news."

"Okay, Master."

The two lovely maids performed a beautiful etiquette.

Although their charming figures were still enchanting, Jianchen Matou no longer had the instinctive urge in his body.

He walked to the seat where Uncle Liu had just sat, opened a glass of white wine produced in his hometown, and drank it silently with pickles.

In a foreign country, there is a different sky and a different wind.

Only Uncle Liu can bring the warmth that belongs only to the country to Jianchen Matou.

Now, Uncle Liu is back home.

He's still here.

Webber came fast, but not fast enough.

When he arrived at the secret room, Sera and Lijelite closed the door of the secret room and stood guard at the door.

The Jianchen Matou he saw looked already seven parts drunk.

How much did he drink? Weber couldn't help but wonder.

Last night, he witnessed with his own eyes how much Jianchen Matou could drink. Even Iskandar's face turned red, but he drank as if nothing had happened.

However, how much Jianchen Jianchen drank and whether he felt unwell were matters that his wife, sister, and friends needed to be concerned about.

Weber was neither his wife, nor his sister, nor his friend.

Therefore, he had neither the identity nor the reason to care about Jianchen Matou's physical condition.

Jianchen Jianshi left his seat and sat in Uncle Liu's seat, and Weber now sat in the seat where Jianchen Jianshi had just sat.

He was just like Jianchen Matou who confided his thoughts to Uncle Liu just now.

He asked Jianchen Matou:

"Rider, rider he..."

"gone."

Matou Kenshin felt that the glass of wine was not enough, so he picked up the bottle and started drinking. He said to Waver, "Iskander left, and he left happily, using his favorite way to leave."

"Saira, bring a few more bottles of wine, white wine."

"Okay, master."

Kenshin Matou's face was not particularly red. It had nothing to do with his alcohol tolerance, but with his body.

Some people's faces turn red when they drink, while others' faces become whiter the more they drink.

He looked like a drunkard, but Weber didn't care at all. He just sat there with a dim look in his eyes, muttering to himself.

"Gone, gone..."

"Would you like to drink?" Jian Tong Jian Chen asked. Without giving Waver a chance to answer, he continued, "I won't give you the option to refuse. If you don't drink, you can't leave this door!"

"Don't tell me you have any alcohol allergies. If you do, get out of here."

"I'm a magician and I know some healing methods. Don't worry, I won't kill you."

What Kenshin Matou said doesn't make sense.

Weber could see that he was distressed.

But Weber, feeling uncomfortable, went against himself for the first time and made a decision that was completely opposite to his previous choices.

He left the room.

He was not stopped by Jianchen Matou.

He didn't want to accompany Kenshin Matou, and didn't want to share the pain with Kenshin Matou.

He didn't want to share Kenshin Matou's pain with himself, nor did he want to share his own pain with Kenshin Matou.

He thought maliciously, making Jianchen Jianchen suffer even more.

He is irresponsible and thinks that he should suffer, and should not transfer his pain to people who don't want to do it.

That pain is something that belongs to you alone.

Weber left and when he passed by a convenience store, he bought a few bottles of expensive wine and wrapped them in dark plastic bags.

He doesn't drink and can't tell the difference between good and bad wine.

But this is not important.

He returned to Mr. Mackenzie's house and had dinner with Mr. and Mrs. Mackenzie.

After dinner he returned to his room, locked the door and locked himself in.

The room was not big, just right for one person. Now that the red figure was gone, it should have been more comfortable, but Waver just felt empty.

He casually threw the plastic bag containing expensive wine on the ground.

I didn't worry at all about whether the wine bottles would break or whether cleaning the room would be troublesome.

Maybe it’s because the wine is very expensive and the way to open it is also very difficult. Perhaps this is the only way to prove the value of the wine and make customers feel that it is worth the money.

Weber just felt troubled.

He sat slumped on the floor, leaning against the door, then stood up and walked to the writing desk.

"boom!"

The front end of the bottle fell to the floor along with the cork.

Bright red wine kept dripping from the crack of the bottle.

Weber couldn't hear the ticking sound.

He gripped the bottle tightly and poured the wine into his mouth.

The wine quickly entered his mouth and passed through his throat. Apart from the spiciness, he could not taste any flavor.

It didn't matter, he wasn't here to taste the wine.

As Weber swallowed the wine in big gulps, his pure white shirt, which was very particular about his attire, turned wine red and stuck to his body, wet and sticky.

This feels very uncomfortable.

The uncomfortable feeling made Weber feel very comfortable.

I clearly bought five bottles of high-alcohol liquor, but I finished them surprisingly quickly.

Really, isn't it said that strong liquor is hard to drink, and five bottles are enough? Why would a strange convenience store clerk also deceive himself?

Weber felt a little regretful because he felt that he was not drunk yet and should have bought more alcohol at the convenience store.

Without wine to drink, he lay down on the bed.

I closed my eyes and opened them again in a daze.

There was a knock on the door and old man Mackenzie's voice:

"Wake up, Weber, it's time for breakfast." (End of this chapter)