Chapter 21: Chance Encounters

When a person is idle, time always seems very, very long, as if it has delayed our senses in some place beyond our reach, even though the hands on the clock are still ticking and ticking with the same tone, the same rhythm, the same pace as usual, on their never-ending path.

An afternoon is a long time, and although this long time will be inexplicably exhausted by us, when we are alone and do not have anything urgent to accomplish, we will always feel his long time - just like Zhao Mian is now. Although he had just done something that was expected to make the person in charge of the place, in every sense of the word, jump to his feet and curse the street. Such a large, pure light erupted in a small area, and the results were very serious, Zhao Mian was not those gentle priests, as a paladin, the holy light he possessed always seemed very hard, that is to say, it was not so easy to control. While most of the time, this light is more suitable for a paladin's position on the battlefield, and can be more in line with the knight's code - it really can't do that kind of subtle manipulation in the detailed control.

Therefore, what Zhao Mian did just now is actually very simple. He simply compressed and purified the light, then positioned it a little, and then let it out in one breath - well, of course, of course, it is much more troublesome, but please allow me to describe it in such simple words, after all, if you explain it slowly, then I think you will want to see such a piece of things in the context of the work, not in the text.

Well, let's get down to business. Zhao Mian, who has just emptied all the various energies in a large area that cannot be perceived by normal people, has caused the functions of things such as the magic net and the leylines here to be unable to operate normally for a long time, and is now sitting outside the window of an open-air café, adding a few drops of milk to the coffee in his hand, while boringly looking at the mobile phone he bought in the school city. Of course, it's not that this café provides Wi-Fi, and this era hasn't developed civilian technology to that point. In fact, Zhao Mian, who was extremely bored, is now looking through the appendices in the materials on the magic side that Aresta sent when he was in the school city-some myths and legends circulating in that world. It is still impossible to understand how the world has laid the foundation for its abilities through these mythical things, but it is still enough to pass the time in your leisure time, or more than enough.

Presumably many people have had this experience, on an afternoon when the sun is not dazzling - well, well, it should be afternoon - a sunny afternoon is not dazzling, a person is holding a book - although Zhao Mian is now holding a mobile phone in his hand, and it looks very different from the hands of the people around him from the outside, but anyway, what he is looking at is something composed of words and symbols, let's take it as a book - Or some electronic device with a lot of textual material, and you sit alone in a quiet corner, well, at least a quiet place, ready to spend this not very comfortable afternoon, but! is always full of accidents, no matter how much people don't want it to happen, but these guys are always stubborn and rush out of the unknown place, and then happen the last thing you want to see in front of you. That's the accident.

A golden servant. This is the first image that Zhao Mian got when he saw the other party. He wore a thin black shirt with a white fur coat over it, dark trousers, and a pair of obviously well-made black leather shoes—a garment that, with the gems the guy was constantly playing with in his hands, certainly not cheap. Then Zhao Mian noticed that something was wrong, this guy was very similar to him - not in the sense of the other party's obviously still young face, but in other aspects. The guy on the other side has a physical body, Zhao Mian looked at the young man who was approaching, exuding the same feeling as SABER and ARCHER, the feeling of a servant, he had the most basic difference from Saber and others - he had a real body, although there were slight differences with normal people's bodies in some senses, and the things inside were not quite the same, but it was a normal body.

The servants are all heroic spirits, and the heroic spirits are all heroes who have lived in the past and have died, such as Zhao Mian, who is still alive is the first time he has met him, and he has definitely not appeared in the previous Holy Grail Wars. These are the words of Rin Tosaka, and since she is an expert in this area, then these words should be correct.

THE GUY IN FRONT OF HIM MUST BE A HEROIC SPIRIT, THIS ZHAO MIAN IS VERY CONFIRMED, ALTHOUGH HIS BODY IS NORMAL, BUT THE THINGS IN IT ARE ACTUALLY NO DIFFERENT FROM SABER AND OTHERS, JUST SOME THINGS LIKE PROJECTED SHADOWS ARE LAID, AND THEN SOME THINGS SIMILAR TO PEOPLE ARE OUTLINED WITH MAGIC ON TOP OF THIS - HEROIC SPIRITS, WHICH ARE SAID TO BE THE PROJECTIONS OF THOSE MAIN BODIES IN THE HALLHALLA FAR BEYOND THE TIMELINE.

"Originally, it was just a boring stroll after dinner, and by the way, I inspected the people's situation, but I didn't expect that there would be such a harvest. The blonde heroic spirit played with the gem in his hand, the gem exuded a soft light on the silent and uninhabited street, and the handsome and green face had a wicked smile, the blonde heroic spirit was like a walk, casually saying some words he wanted to say, like a proud monarch, approaching Zhao Mian, "Ah, let me think about it, you guy should be this year's RIDER, right?"

"I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU ARE, BUT IT SEEMS THAT THERE IS ONLY ONE ASSASSIN LEFT IN THE SERVANT I HAVEN'T SEEN, SO LET'S JUST THINK IT'S YOU. Zhao Mian didn't care about the insulting words that the other party said at the end of the words, because the other party didn't have the slightest malice when he said that word, but as if it was a matter of course, he was just expounding a simple fact, "So, what does an ASSASSIN want to ...... with me?"

"Huh!" Zhao Mian's words were not finished, because a sharp, as if the atmosphere was being cut apart voice came from in front of Zhao Mian, without any hesitation, Zhao Mian's right hand reached forward, and the shield of domination immediately appeared in his hand, "Sonorous!" A piercing sound of metal striking sounded from in front of Zhao Mian, and then a sword that was shot as an arrow rolled in from under the shield.

As if it was a warning issued in advance, just after Zhao Mian blocked the sword that had been shot, more and more sharp voices kept coming from the air, and more powerful forces hit Zhao Mian's arm, making him keep retreating. Because when retreating, you will unload some strength, so that you can fight longer in front of the enemy, and keeping a distance from the opponent can also ensure that you can not be attacked too suddenly when you can't see the opponent, and wait for the counterattack when the opponent is weak.

It was necessary to counterattack, and this time the enemy seemed to have plenty of ammunition in reserve. This is the conclusion that Zhao Mian came to after resisting a wide range of barrage attacks formed by various weapons and strange things for nearly two minutes.

He suddenly stopped retreating, the dazzling light enveloped him in it, a layer of defense shield isolated him from the outside world, a vast number of weapons hit outside this layer of defense cover, many weapons were directly bounced away by the powerful reaction force, but some weapons were directly pierced on the defense cover. Zhao Mian threw the shield in his hand towards the figure he could see dimly in the rain of swords, and then charged with Safras in his hand.

"Sonorous!" the sound of gold and iron clashing, the shield of domination slashed diagonally past Zhao Mian's side and inserted it into the stone flower bed on one side. This was not difficult to predict, Zhao Mian had no intention of making a one-time contribution, and a gorgeous war hammer in his left hand was quickly constructed by the light in the air, and he threw it over.

The rain of swords stopped—but the hammer didn't hit the target.

"Qi, it's really boring. It's almost like a turtle shell. The blonde-haired Heroic Spirit, who seemed to be very unhappy, shook his head disdainfully, and then turned away, "See you next time, bastard!