The winged ones are not necessarily angels, but they can also be birdmen.

This sentence Alan pondered for a long time and still didn't use it as an excuse to explain - after all, this thing is too bad for himself.

Why don't you sing a fairy tale?

I would like to become the angel you love in a fairy tale, open your hands and become wings to protect you?

Ahem, this trick may be very easy to trick other little girls, and it will be even more perfect to flap your wings a few times to get some hair - it's not an entity anyway, it's just because the inheritance is too fierce at one time, and the people of the church are too powerful, and the essence of the phantom is just a thing, and the inheritance of the Angel of Judgment will only appear with all its might, even if you lose a few hairs, it will still be like this next time.

Well, the shape of an angel, a bright smile, and a light feather falling in the wind - if this beautiful scene is replaced by a little girl, it is probably more than ninety percent of it will not be able to hold it.

However, the problem now is - Hermione is not the kind of girl in school, she is a true scholar, and if she changes the magic system, how will she dissect and extract the blood of angels when she sees angels at this level.

Rao is the legacy of Hogwarts is not so bloody, and there is no magical trading unit such as magic stones in the wizarding world, but Hermione is still not a little girl who can simply coax past - the domineering title of Xueba is not something that can be obtained casually.

But now the point is not to think about how to explain, but to take care of this little girl who almost vomited out of her bile - the battlefield is too dangerous, and Alan doesn't dare to let her close her eyes, which is tantamount to death.

No matter how strong a child who grew up in peacetime is, she can't please when she sees such a bloody scene, to be honest, she is very brave if she doesn't faint, Alan took out a cotton cloth from her bag, wet it with magic and warmed it slightly, conjured a glass of water, helped Hermione stand up and rinsed her mouth, and then carefully used magic to clean the marks on her clothes, and then wiped the corners of her mouth with the cotton cloth she had just processed.

After that, he quickly weaved a straw mat out of grass and magic, and carefully helped Hermione to sit down, and then rushed to hot cocoa, and deliberately added more sugar to it.

After all this was done, he made the hot drink a little hot, half-squatted down, handed it over, and asked Hermione to take a sip, while asking, "How is it, do you feel better?" ”

It was obvious that Hermione was fighting her spirits - she was in much worse shape than someone who had been motion sickness for a whole day, but she still barely managed to smile: "It's okay, I'm just a little uncomfortable - just take it easy." ”

However, to Allen's sudden embarrassment, Hermione suddenly changed the subject:

"Well, okay, what the hell just happened?"

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Uh, how do you explain that?

However, there was no need for him to explain, because Hermione had already added an explanation to him: "Did you just get the power of the Holy Grail? and then use the residual power of the Holy Grail to manifest the form of an angel? I thought it was a lie since I became a witch, but I didn't expect it to be true - now I'll see if I can conjure the wings?"

This kind of excuse is so bad that Alan himself doesn't believe it, but apparently Hermione made it up and believed it herself—because she could see that Alan was difficult to talk about, so she took the initiative to help Alan cover it up.

Alan took a breath, ready to explain it in a different way, however, there was already an extra finger on his mouth.

"Do you like me?"

"Like. ”

The finger was removed, and something new was printed.

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Ten minutes later, Alan watched with a bitter face as he was surrounded by the curious baby Hermione to check his wings - because Hermione was so curious about what was going on with the wings that she even plucked a few feathers for a long time before stopping.

Hermione, playing with her feathers, looked smug and suddenly asked a question.

"Alan, I remember when we came out, we said goodbye to King Arthur, did we have something to do?"

"Well, to get the timer, I said I was going to take the Holy Grail—"

Allen's answer came to an abrupt end.

Here's the big problem - he's broken the Holy Grail!

He came out this time to get the Holy Grail, but the Holy Grail broke all of a sudden, although it was worth the errand to help Merlin get rid of a trouble, but the Holy Grail is gone - how can this be explained?

Do you want to slap yourself in the face, go out and swear that you want to get the Holy Grail, only to go back empty-handed?

What kind of international joke, the Holy Grail, since he said that he wanted to take it back, how could he slap himself in the face and return empty-handed?

Allen's brain was racing - anyway, the Holy Grail was gone, and he casually brought something back, could others still say they didn't believe it?

I don't believe you can get a real thing, anyway, the real Holy Grail is gone, and he is the victorious person, who has an opinion on making a cup and saying that it is a Holy Grail?

Alan subconsciously rummaged in his pocket, he remembered that he had a golden cup, maybe he could disguise it—and then put his hand down the moment he took it out.

The legendary Holy Grail, can it be golden?

The original version is made of stone.,Look at people's simple appearance.,Get a gold cup or something.,It's too convincing.,This kind of thing without any artistic precipitation.,Who would admit it-magic props.,Of course, it's a mystery plus quaintness.。

It's like gold, silver, or something antique, the state is not strict, but you try the quaint bronze - whoever moves blindly kills whom! And the price is not comparable, what does this mean, the material is not important, the important thing is the age!

Alan is not a professional at playing this, and the only thing he can handle with the age is wood, after all, he has a heritage.

So, in Hermione's strange eyes, Alan suddenly began to look around for something, pointing at each tree, if it hadn't been for the good talk just now, she almost thought that something was wrong with Alan.

In her surprised gaze, Alan finally found a satisfactory tree, pressed his finger on it, and then in Hermione's surprised eyes, this ordinary tree grew rapidly, fell leaves, germinated again, and fell again, after dozens of reincarnations, the whole tree became decaying, leaving only an arm's length and thickness of wood.

"What is this?"

"Oh, this - it's magically spawned wood, it's about a hundred years old now, and of course, it takes a spell to stabilize it. Alan replied as he turned his head as he teased.

It was the first time he had done this, after all, ordinary wood was worthless in the wizarding world, and it couldn't be preserved without releasing magic - so making a wand or something was quite unreliable, just like that.

As his fingers stroked, the whole piece of wood quickly spilled shavings, forming the shape of an extremely rough goblet, and the ugly Alan couldn't bear to look at it - if he didn't hate the trouble, he would definitely have to rework it again.

"Well, it's about the same, just wait for me to release a few reinforcement spells and change the time and appearance by the way. Alan said as he made the cup a little more pleasing to the eye, and the new cup quickly became like an old cup that had been used for a long time.

"But, Alan, what are you doing with such a - uh, unique mug?" Hermione wondered as she said in the middle, Alan could pack the ticket, she forced the word ugly and the laughter down.

You don't know how to appreciate art at all!" Alan grumbled inwardly, rolling his eyes, and adding the last reinforcement he knew to the cup.

Then, he summoned the holy flame on his body and poured into it a part of the system that had not been absorbed—it would dissipate sooner or later, and it would be better to use it.

However, to his surprise, the flame burning in the cup was not the almost golden flame of his body, but a pale blue white flame, and it was no longer a rootless wood, but spontaneously absorbed power from the air - meaning that the thing he had made was no longer a look, but a real magic item.

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Alan was stunned for a moment - when did he be able to make a prop of this level by casually messing around?

What are you kidding, he still cheats if he has this ability, phew, what kind of money to make, it's good to make magic props and sell them vigorously, anyway, if this thing is exchanged for Galleons, many families will exchange it as Galleons are worthless, isn't this a big plan to make a fortune from now on?

Ecstasy appeared on his face, but he patiently suppressed the joy and began to examine the rough "Holy Grail".

After a moment of examination, he was sad—he had just been agitated.

Anyone with wood could make a copy of this thing - because it wasn't something Eren had made himself, but the remains of the Holy Grail.

To be precise, it is the product of the residual power injected into this wooden cup after the Holy Grail was destroyed by the system, and due to the reason of being damaged, it has lost most of its power, in other words, it is completely the credit of the Holy Grail, and it has nothing to do with Allen.

If he follows the steps again, what he produces is definitely not a magic prop, but a foolish appearance.

Looking at the magic props in his hand, Alan felt that his heart was dripping blood, if he wasn't embarrassed to take someone's things this time, he would never give away the magic props he had completed by himself - he didn't care about the money, but he cared about his own hard work, do you understand?

But such a generous behavior was still despised by Hermione.

After Allen made it for a long time, she finally came up with a finished product, and asked curiously what it was.

Alan took a breath and was full of confidence: "Holy Grail!"

"Is it the Holy Grail?" Hermione paused, and then couldn't hold back her smile - how could such a crude handmade thing be considered a Holy Grail for her who had seen the original beautiful Holy Grail?

It's a bit ugly, but which side are you?

Alan rolled his eyes and said no more - art!

Allen, who had nothing to do with Hermione, had no choice but to look at the girl with a smile on his face, put away the ugly and rather artistic chalice, shook his head and began to teleport towards the camp where he came—although the chalice or something was just freshly baked, but wasn't it a grail?

Back at camp, Alan began to look at his previous set-up - fine, no problems.

After all, he had only been out for a day, going out early in the morning and returning with the Holy Grail in the evening.

Casually out of the tent, Alan was ready to find the main owner - after he handed the Holy Grail to Artoria, the matter was almost over, and when the other party went back to show it, he could go to Merlin's laboratory to see, and then he could go back, but he didn't have much spices, and he couldn't replenish it if he waited for some seasoning.

After all, he's a wizard, not a druid - and even a druid can't solve all the seasoning problems!

However, to his surprise, when he went out to find someone, he found Artoria silently circling nearby.

Well, it's hard to be, a child with a heart.

Knowing that he went out to find the Holy Grail, although he couldn't go out with him, he still kept worrying, this kind of good boy couldn't be praised—Alan thought.

Unfortunately, he was happy early, because when he passed, the little girl, who had removed all disguises, ran over happily with an indescribable look of anticipation.

"Teacher, are you going to eat?"

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Sorry for the interruption.

Alan turned his head and left-what about the warm-hearted apprentice, where is the rebel force, I want to join the enemy!

Of course, it was a joke, because Alan did see the concern, but the little girl was obviously used to asking this question before—but this habit must not be used to it!

"Sorry, Artoria, since we came back a little late, we ate dinner before we came back, and you can take care of the food yourself. ”

Alan even saw a touch of dull hair fall...

"The good news is that the Holy Grail has been obtained, now come to my tent and I'll give you the Holy Grail - I think it should be able to stabilize well this time. Alan looked at the depressed little girl absently, and there was no guilt in his heart.

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Ten minutes later, inside Allen's tent, the box that had been intended to be beautifully made but had almost not been fitted was opened, and the artwork was brought out.

Alan gets a look of confusion ...

"Teacher—this is the Holy Grail?"

He laughed embarrassedly: "Ahem, the real Holy Grail has been destroyed - I was too careless when I was fighting, so the real Holy Grail no longer exists in the world, so I made a similar one, but I still injected part of the power of the Holy Grail, and there is no problem in deceiving people, because no one can come up with the real Holy Grail." ”

He paused: "I said this is the Holy Grail, this is the Holy Grail, if anyone doubts that he will come out with the real or come and fight with me - I promise to fight until he admits it!"

"Well, the teacher is right, hit him until he admits it!"

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Isn't it a bit of a bad boy?